Manchester to London
Oh, there's a certain fragility
It's interlaced with our fingertips
It's lingering
Every time I touch your skin
The forbidden
The forgotten
The ignored
All dance together around us
As I'm masking my words
Hiding away a love so unique
So precious, so ours
I can't, though I want,
I can't share it with the world
And it's still unmistakably there
In the sparkles on my eyes,
In the fluttering in my chest,
On the parts of the stories I can't tell
It lives under overexposed duvets
In rooms resembling outer worlds
I mumble my love on the silences
It echoes on unexplained smiles
My eyes scream it endlessly
And couldn't stop if I tried
But what's ours is ours
The skin on skin
The collision of teeth
All of it, for us
A past dusted in lust
Us.
We.
And the rest is just history