(no subject)
intuitive mistakes pouring down my chin
over the hollow part where my fingers rest
down the discomfort i hide best.
behind the intensity of doubt
there’s something inside me i’m feeling
years of calendars of bitter songs and unattended events
scribbled down in 4 simple words on my wrist.
in 6 days
and 13 hours
rain will fall like it did last winter
before he went away
when his eyes were caving in on me.
they nearly blended in with the milky grey behind us,
spelling celestial nothings that meant everything to me.
Entangle your limbs in my grip
And engulf me in your lack of response
So in silence, I’ll solve every beautiful glance
And flick of your wrist
Like when we kissed
...And nothing could be the same
forget apprehension
feast on unbridled emotions
and believe...
in the possibility of life
over the hollow part where my fingers rest
down the discomfort i hide best.
behind the intensity of doubt
there’s something inside me i’m feeling
years of calendars of bitter songs and unattended events
scribbled down in 4 simple words on my wrist.
in 6 days
and 13 hours
rain will fall like it did last winter
before he went away
when his eyes were caving in on me.
they nearly blended in with the milky grey behind us,
spelling celestial nothings that meant everything to me.
Entangle your limbs in my grip
And engulf me in your lack of response
So in silence, I’ll solve every beautiful glance
And flick of your wrist
Like when we kissed
...And nothing could be the same
forget apprehension
feast on unbridled emotions
and believe...
in the possibility of life