Simple Folds

I've memorized, analyzed what has yet to be
Lost in the fabric of the arms that I can't see
A simple fold that I've told myself to erase
I wish it was not the only hope that I could chase

Engraved in future cravings
A glimpse of idealizing

So tell me why
The gentle folds of yours caress my soul 'til morning
I have expectations set that I need you for healing

The mist I've sown is now the breeze of your existence
Was it all my fault
That it's all for naught?

The fear is such that I'd much rather forget
Faking a smile that I've performed without an end
This gentle touch that I'd much rather omit
Assuming that I could give as much as I pretend

Engraved in memories fading
Tired of reminiscing

November's grasp is reaching