an overcast day
some things,always feel the same:
like the passage of time
after your hand drops from my side.
i need you
to slip off my ballet shoes.
as i sleep, pull me into you.
eyes open wide,
tears spill the sides.
breathe in and out with me again.
and,
if you have the chance take me for granted.
some things,
always feel the same:
like the water marked ceiling
after your words have lost their meaning.
i need you
to slip off my ballet shoes.
as i sleep, pull me into you.
eyes close down,
tears hit the ground.
breathe in and out with me again.
and,
if you have the chance take me for granted.
you’re a fire that can’t be contained
disguised as an overcast day
you’re a fire that can’t be contained
disguised as an overcast day
you’re a fire that can’t be contained
disguised as an overcast day
posted by d @ 12:45 PM
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