Keeps My Veins

You've made quite a mirky mess

with those words you wouldn't say.

It doesn't hurt me any less

and, no, it's not okay,

but still I stay, I acquiesce;

I count the hours of the day;

and when I finally confess,

just please don't run away.

In the ruins that remain,

sleep the hours poorly spent,

but the rest is always worth the pain

if our hearts were warmly met.

Here, the stars will know our names;

they'll dance for our amusement.

You are the flesh that keeps my veins,

the tongue that keeps mine wet.

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"My cotton mouth was wet with you." Kevin Devine A Billion Bees