Sometimes when we are talking, I'm dreaming.
I want to squeeze my eyes so tight,
To stop myself from crying.

I bow my head and rest my lips, on your eye.
I squeeze you and stroke you,
I'm still holding my eyes shut.

I clench your lip between mine, and hold.
Squint as a tear sneaks away,
The colour of my heart.

Rolls down my cheek, into our mouth.
You swallow my heart,
I share it with you.

Because sometimes when I'm drifting, I'm crying for you.