What your thoughts do to me

By P.Paan •
Get out of my head,
I can't think of anything else
My bones have become numb
Staying idle
Being fragile
My hair turns colors
Because I can't stop
Thinking of all that you are
You're voice as loud as gunshots
My skin is peeling
Shreds and shreds of it, torn
When I see you coming my way
With all your grace and warmth
Just be mine
And make it go away
Nestle me in your heart
Make me a place to stay