Earhart Chappel Inc. IPA

yes to many hands have touched my skin
trapped to see them
crawing along the walls and on my skin

but you moved that night
while i laid content in my dreams
you got out of bed
found the scissors
softly grasped a locks of my hair

as your hate drives you to insanity, she is neither a puppet or a toy
,nor is she a dangling key

with just one finger , on your skin.

you step left
they step right
and you are blocked
from moveing forward

thoughts of you.

you stand me in the light
for you to reflect
on how much
money you have spent

Lonely,Is more me, Yearning for life to be, To feel the “need” is so great

please
touch me
the sheets we share are not
enough
the want i have

you send my mind adrift
lost in thought

from taking a step
feeling my thighs touch

to looking at the pillow
and reaching out to feel

you walk to the bed
touch you hand to my face
my eyes meeting yours
you lean down to kiss me

a kiss on my head….

yes its your world not mine
i am only here for the time
even thought the clock ticks
you sit still

i want o tun
i want to hide
with her at my side
no its a need

quand at-elle été
ce qui l’a fait sentir comme