It's interesting that I wrote this awhile ago, when it makes more sense now
My lips steadily inquired
The taste of yours
Feeling connection
In something once lost
Invisible through your eyes
Though you introduced me
I've always questioned
What do I mean to you
Obviously it's nothing
If I could only speak in vibrations
I would spend my life
Speaking of what you mean to me
And the world would never have to know
But they could listen
As I keep my arms open
Waiting
It's cool b3causeithas no punctuation. Punctuationless. In a world full of periods.
Old old in the long long ago. Time.
The taste of yours
Feeling connection
In something once lost
Invisible through your eyes
Though you introduced me
I've always questioned
What do I mean to you
Obviously it's nothing
If I could only speak in vibrations
I would spend my life
Speaking of what you mean to me
And the world would never have to know
But they could listen
As I keep my arms open
Waiting
It's cool b3causeithas no punctuation. Punctuationless. In a world full of periods.
Old old in the long long ago. Time.