Nights like these which never cease
When the warm summer air refuses to hug
Tickles of sweat shining on forearms
The noise of the silence across the neighborhood
An array of mess waiting to be cleared
Bullet things to do piling on top of other
No drop of saliva wetting a mum mouth
Dishes lying unwashed, laundry won't do itself
A half eaten dinner won't fill up an empty heart
Misses the mere presence of you
When the warm summer air refuses to hug
Tickles of sweat shining on forearms
The noise of the silence across the neighborhood
An array of mess waiting to be cleared
Bullet things to do piling on top of other
No drop of saliva wetting a mum mouth
Dishes lying unwashed, laundry won't do itself
A half eaten dinner won't fill up an empty heart
Misses the mere presence of you