The longing

My lips have been denied the pleasure of a kiss

for so long now, that i fail to feel them

Are they dead?i ask myelf a question impractical,

A question i know the answer to

but i ask, hoping someone might just make me realize how lively they are 

just like when i smile or when i laugh 

My heart hasn't felt a beat other than its own 

It's killing it to simply beat for itself 

cause all it want's is a fellow synchronous rhythm 

My fingers are bored scratching my head and running through the pages i hardly look at

All they wanna do is run through your body and feel every inch of your skin, measure each scar and praise every mole

I have stopped drinking you know! 

i am lying i never drank, 

lot of things i never did

but also i had never loved or been loved

but that happened i guess or was it just to show me how high, high can be

To show me that my lips, my fingers, my heart could want for something that was so shortlived 

Shorter than whatever you think might be shortest on this planet 

To show me that somethings can be with you and yet not be yours

Be it my heart, my lips or the longing of my finger tips