NewFoundCallum

mrkeatonhenson:

Small Hands - Keaton Henson

Miss you terribly already,
Miss the space between your eyelids
Where I’d stare through awkward sentences and avoid through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they a’chatter,
When we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn’t sleep for all the heat,
Soft talk began to harden 
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine,
The fact they’re good at making
Miss you sitting up incessantly 
And the fact you’re always waking in the night

And I, I hope for your life,
you forget about mine
Just forget about mine

Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder,
As we rolled in early morning
Miss your arm dying beneath me
As I lay there simply yawning
Please forget me you were right dear,
I am cold an self involved
And I’ll miss you recent lover
I am weak and therefore fold

Get distracted by my music,
Think of nothing else but art
I’d write my loneliness in poems
If I can just think where to start
Dot my I’s with eyebrow pencils,
Close my eyelids, hide my eyes
I’ll be idle in my ideals
Think of nothing else but art

And I, I hope for your life
You can forget about mine
Just forget about mine, oh mine

(via thisnoiseismusic)