Shallow Expectations Revelation – A New January – letras

My hands, explorersTen tiny magellan’s sailingTo the edgeOf your skinMy eyes, archaeologistsRead cuneiform of your bodyThe curves and shapesThe cracks and linesWarm sweat just moving down the wallsRed stains soak good intentionsHalf-sweet, white revelationsJust not enough to mentionUncut and ever-changingWe both want so much more than thisWe’re holding tight, white knuckle gripHer hair was dripping down her neckWith shallow expectationsI hear her every single wordI reason without meaningsJust like we did on the 23rdThere were about 45 minutes pastShe claimed it was coincidentalSome things are moving way too fastI can’t stand to be here where I’m atOr is it my shallow expectations?