faking in your arms again
I should have reached for the last real thing that existed, breathing as the sky fell down in sapphire waves. I rarely recollect the feel of something genuine, something that could prick me with nostalgia for a wilted period of time I lost setting anchor into the depths of water too cold for my taste.
I've wrinkled all my clothing just to untie my appearance. Unlaced and at your hands to mold me into what you want. I fit it all into my future, not pausing to think of what you had planned for yours.
The bitter glass is breaking....the bitter breath is taking....the bitter smile is faking..
I've faked my way into your arms, and I don't intend to lose my place.
Another lie is just one more in a murky jar of hundreds.
Smile for me, another dishonest poem.
I've wrinkled all my clothing just to untie my appearance. Unlaced and at your hands to mold me into what you want. I fit it all into my future, not pausing to think of what you had planned for yours.
The bitter glass is breaking....the bitter breath is taking....the bitter smile is faking..
I've faked my way into your arms, and I don't intend to lose my place.
Another lie is just one more in a murky jar of hundreds.
Smile for me, another dishonest poem.