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Nathan Caleb Camerer

Your fingertips against mine

Eyelashes against my cheek

I haven’t had these pleasures yet

I can’t touch you with a 10 foot pole,

But maybe my mom can

You got jokes

You got smarts

Learned from life

It doesn’t go easy on you

You don’t need another hindrance

At least that’s what you say

I want to kiss your face

I bought both parts of the atlas

Hoping it would give me the signs

In the light or in the dark,

But all the little lights

They just keep me from sleeping

Mind racing about the bad blood between us

The weatherman says tomorrow will be nice

Lets go for a picnic

We can match our heartbeats to each other

After we find a spot where the grass is shady

If I could only dent your armor

Find a kink

Define the words you use

Show me how to get to that side of Jordan

I’ll sing like a rooster

If that would make you bellow

The wall around you is stopping this beast in its tracks

I’m trying to be your passenger,

But Cupid keeps missing the mark

I want to wrap my arms around you

I want to buy you an orange mandolin

The sea in between us,

The one that has become our soundtrack

It’s making it hard to find the joy of nothing

If you wait,

All the times we had will get an honorable mention

When they dig two,

But they have to keep them shallow so we can feel the rain

Until then,

I’ll just stop talking