(no subject)
Intimidated by the fragile tears that flow down your cheeks
I wipe them away with the delicate of touches
And whisper the words “it’ll be ok”
A nervous apprehension plagues the constricted air
This setting is certainly not a Kodak moment
People warned me of your transparency
But my hearts clouded judgment
Prevented me seeing the empty vessel that you call a soul.
Im tired
Please withdraw your relentless barricade of torment
I need a moment to gather myself
You look lost.
Your eyes set sail on the ocean they have just formed
Never to rest upon my face again
There goes my last hope of salvation
The evocative prospect of loneliness lingers on.
I wipe them away with the delicate of touches
And whisper the words “it’ll be ok”
A nervous apprehension plagues the constricted air
This setting is certainly not a Kodak moment
People warned me of your transparency
But my hearts clouded judgment
Prevented me seeing the empty vessel that you call a soul.
Im tired
Please withdraw your relentless barricade of torment
I need a moment to gather myself
You look lost.
Your eyes set sail on the ocean they have just formed
Never to rest upon my face again
There goes my last hope of salvation
The evocative prospect of loneliness lingers on.