You make me feel spring-loaded, Coiled tight and tense. Poised to explode toward you, But left to rust instead. Time unwinds, unfettered, as I lose the means to stretch. Curled up, longing to release I wait still, motionless.
You make me feel spring-loaded, Coiled tight and tense. Poised to explode toward you, But left to rust instead. Time unwinds, unfettered, as I lose the means to stretch. Curled up, longing to release I wait still, motionless.