strange-comfort
I am trapped in this figment of your imagination of time
Locked up within this estranged delusion
Filled with bits and pieces and frames of my past
Eagerly holding that precious memory inside my mind
But it’s just a stream of random scenery that can’t be grasped nor possessed
But in the deepest corner of my heart it slumbers
Giving me that feeling
Like the first time I ever felt that sense of infatuation
Holding a woman’s breast and feeling her warmth for the first time
It’s like tiny volts of electricity crawling beneath my intellect
Down to the deepest corner of my heart
Waking up that deep-seated memory from slumber and taking me away again
From my conscious state to that bizarre place that made feel whole again.
And I desire that I would never had to leave
Just lying here in the comforting arms of your embrace
I will rest all my weariness and just fade away with you