Unholy
Unholy
Aram Tawoosi
Free falling from the sky to your bed
How did I get here?
Your silhouette drilled into my head
Diving in the deep end with you
We’ve been sitting in this car for hours
You said, “tell me something random”
Boy, I’m too much of a coward
Going down a little bit lower
Then you crawled all the way into my veins
Said my name, now it’s too late
Found myself starting to cave
Intoxicate my aching brain
Now we’re starting to get a little unholy
Burning right up underneath your body
Grab my hips like they’re worth holding
I’m on my way to getting a little unholy
I said don’t trust a poet
Because we make everything more than it is
And here I am writing about it
Following the flow and
Then you found your way beneath my skin
Tearing me apart like linen fabric
Found myself lighting up
Now we’re getting sporadic
Now we’re starting to get a little unholy
Feeling something earth shattering
Still falling slowly
Been going in and between
And I’ll tell you again
Don’t trust a poet
Because we make everything more than it is