it's just a touch

I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,

Not taking a glance back the way we came.

The footsteps I take are whispers;

No one can hear them but me.

But you still listen to my heartbeat

It's strewn on the floor

again, because I was too lazy

to throw it in the hamper

and instead it's on the carpet floor.

And it's there next time

I'm crying on the floor;

We run back to your house,

The lights are still on,

And they cover your freckled face,

Like it's the sun.

The grass brushes our feet,

And the wind catches in your hair,