A week away: Tuesday

My heart bathes in pain Floating and drifting in space Hoping and waiting for a beacon For something beyond the stars But alas I am alone in space At this point I lean on grace I dream of holding her face 3 pm swings by The sun plays on my skin So much so that I flicker I can't seem to get numb Im still troubled by your thumb And how soft your palm is But you tell me to forget You tell me to erase it all All the passion, the affection You tell me to numb my soul And it all hurts, it really kills