Head on the Floor

Kind of an akward rhyme scheme, but I like it

Why must I go on thinking of someone that I don’t even know

Why must I keep thinking of a sun quickly sinking on a boy with his head on the floor

It’s the things I haven’t seen that keep me wondering about the skin below

It’s the embarrassed look in her eye, the innocent touch of a thigh, and there’s nothing I can do but sigh

When you quickly look away and cant think of anything to say the most beautiful moments are those

our love is vague and unconfronted, I could toy with your mind if I wanted, but I’d rather let our fantasy flow

You are my white rabbit, never to touch or to have it, but always to look at from the floor