I know you’re weary,
and I’ve worn you out
but you can rest your mind here
and take your trainers off and
I apologise
I should have approached this differently.
We said we’d be honest with each other so,
I guess you make me feel like the unrequited lover,
I don’t want to follow you around
until you find the truth.
but I’d rather not kiss every stranger until I find you.
can’t you just appear in my hands
and I’ll carry you instead?
there’s planets in my palms,
if you get bored of my skin I’ll change with the moon.
habitual rituals
your smile in that light is my only residual.
the first time we met,
did you go home and think of me too?
our silence settles strangely now,
and self consciousness is heavy,
I know.
people overthink things.
women wreak havoc,
men implode.
but don’t trouble yourself with my opinions .
just remember me in the morning
and carry me home.
Prelude to Carry me Home, Jorja Smith. (EP Project 11). The first time I heard this it felt like magic tingling in my ears.
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