thoughts

[lonelymoment]

with every passing glance
you ask me why,

and with every smile i try to tell you,
but sometimes words are the only way;

within passing conversations,
im never as honest
but ive hoped my eyes would tell you everything
because ive heard my voice say the words to you before,
but ive always let them fall upon the silent understanding we seem to have

but i cant seem to hide the fact
that ive never seen straight through you,
and never have i been able to get past the moment we met.

even though we admit everything through voiceless fragments
when both of us hope that the other will just say the words
courage comes from liquid amnesia, and vibrations we never HAVE to look at, but always do.

like the promise of sunshine when the clouds finally break
i hope that you will find the moment when you truly want
to wake up when your old and grayer than i am
and remember where you're from in faded ink
and think of me

when im old and blind
ill close my eyes and think of your scrunched up nose
and the few moments i was able to see you truly smile,
and how through such simplicity and fading hope
you lost yourself in a moment, and truly enjoyed it,
and for more than 1 song you were happy.