Pillowtalk

It's late summer and in the middle of the day
We're buried in your bed, under the covers we lay.
You're shaking and you're a mess, your hot breath on my face.
Rambling about your fears, and breathing at a fast pace.

I whisper soothing words as my hand is buried in your black curls.
There was a time when we were just two very young girls.
Too fast we've grown into adults and it weighs us down,
I feel sick and tired of waiting for things to come around.

My fingers move in swirls across the curves of your cheeks,
Slipping slightly in the liquid pearls your eyes leaks.
We settle in the silence, cause I don't know what to say,
Other than everything will be okay someday.