we were kids who wanted to touch each other but didn't know how to get away with it
Hello , broken thing! May I sketch your smash pattern ?
I know from experiencethat your're a bad habit, and harder too break each time i look in your eyes. Yellow like sun, like fire.
How can I see your wrongness for me
with smoke inmy eyes?
How can I listen to my voice of reason
when the roar of the fire thundetrs in my ears?
We fit . It makes sense. The ways weve changed over timehave only served to make us more suited to eachother. there is a pull there, like the urge to stand asclose as possible to the edge of a cliff . icould fight it, but I don't want to. I want the cliff the precapice made windy from the breeze of your warm wisper in my ear. I want meandering conversations and sharp banteruntil the movment of your mouth moves me to move closer to you.
The heat of you even your absence sets me aflame.
you be the lantern darling i'll be your moth.
I know from experiencethat your're a bad habit, and harder too break each time i look in your eyes. Yellow like sun, like fire.
How can I see your wrongness for me
with smoke inmy eyes?
How can I listen to my voice of reason
when the roar of the fire thundetrs in my ears?
We fit . It makes sense. The ways weve changed over timehave only served to make us more suited to eachother. there is a pull there, like the urge to stand asclose as possible to the edge of a cliff . icould fight it, but I don't want to. I want the cliff the precapice made windy from the breeze of your warm wisper in my ear. I want meandering conversations and sharp banteruntil the movment of your mouth moves me to move closer to you.
The heat of you even your absence sets me aflame.
you be the lantern darling i'll be your moth.