they asked me a bunch of questions
As the dust settles around town
the people return to the
streets. Some days, I care to join them
One day, I went to
the diner and met a man
who lived there. He announced that
he didn't believe global warming
or peace but everything in
between. The venetian blinds
casted shadows over his face
making him trapped by the light but yet
he smiled. And so wide
that is cracked and dried under
his breath. He told me to
never give into the wind and
that floating and sinking are practically
the same. He brushed the hair from
my eyes and he said he said he
said , When dirt gets too cheap and
sex just becomes air and all
the ink drains from your fingertips
and all the grass turns gray and
the world has had enough, we
could fall in love.
He touched my hand with icicle
knuckles and told me that we
will meet again when we
both have more scars to show and when
there are less cars on the road.
But until then, I expressed through my
eyelashes soaked in ocean water,
we are but two
people drinking poison in
the sun.
the people return to the
streets. Some days, I care to join them
One day, I went to
the diner and met a man
who lived there. He announced that
he didn't believe global warming
or peace but everything in
between. The venetian blinds
casted shadows over his face
making him trapped by the light but yet
he smiled. And so wide
that is cracked and dried under
his breath. He told me to
never give into the wind and
that floating and sinking are practically
the same. He brushed the hair from
my eyes and he said he said he
said , When dirt gets too cheap and
sex just becomes air and all
the ink drains from your fingertips
and all the grass turns gray and
the world has had enough, we
could fall in love.
He touched my hand with icicle
knuckles and told me that we
will meet again when we
both have more scars to show and when
there are less cars on the road.
But until then, I expressed through my
eyelashes soaked in ocean water,
we are but two
people drinking poison in
the sun.