Keaton Henson
Small Hands
Miss you terribly already,Miss the space between your eyelids,where I'd stare through awkward sentencesand avoid through awkward silenceMiss your teeth when they chatter,when we smoked out in my gardenWhen we couldn't sleep for all the heat,soft talk began to harden.Miss your small hands in the palm of mineThe fact they're good at making,Miss your sitting up incessantly,And the fact you're always waking in the night, night.And I,I hope for your lifeYou forget about mineForget about mineMiss your teeth dug in my shoulder,as we rolled in early morning,Miss your arm dying beneath me,as I lay there simply yawningPlease forget me, you were right dear,Letras de cancionesI am cold and self-involved,And though I'll miss you, recent loverI am weak and therefore foldGet distracted by my music,think of nothing else but artI'll write my loneliness in poems,If I can just think how to startDot my i's with eyebrow pencils,Close my eyelids, hide my eyes,I'll be idle in my ideals,think of nothing else but I.I, and IAnd I,I hope for your lifeYou can forget about mineJust forget about mineOh, mine.
From Letras Mania