Just Wishful Thinking

I debated with me today riddling with the possibility of what I might feel for you it dried up all my ink and ate my paper and I thought If I could write it down then I would not feel no more of it that was just wishful thinking each smile ripples through my heart and that asking look you give ices the air and makes it reach the bottom of my lungs cold like knife blades and it cuts me down, deep until I cant breath anymore and it gets worse because I know there is no remedy for you but just you your touch, the brush of your breath against the deep roots of my neck nothing holding me onto you but my nails except they aren't hard enough so help them Lord they will mesh and bend backwards at the feel of your warm skin every bit of me refuses to see what my heat does and from here I can hear yours beating in sync with mine so loud their rhythm closes the distance between us and makes the glass walls we are trapped in glow so bad it hurts the eyes and it draws me to my knees You hovering with such possession that makes me wish you could just see to it that I quiver the night away bite heaven a little roll over on a bed of soft rose petals and smile with the sun but then again, its still just wishful thinking