The Last Emotion

The last emotion and nights, spent laying on my bed Arms raised  waiting for you to Fall For Me but not all the way just yet.  only Hovering maybe two inches above me Perhaps for the next eighty years So we can watch each others faces change they finally collapse and we'd lay like that for the next eighty years watching our faces change, waiting for the Last emotion To make us cry and when your single tear falls out of your eye and into mine    I'll know exactly how you feel. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support