My thoughts turn into fragments, and it's all your fault.
My thoughts turn into fragments, and it's all your fault.
I am the infinite wind, breezing through your locks.
Quiet afternoons, they say.
"Hold my hand?"
Soft twilight warmth touching
faces softly-
You.
Running hands through hair,
hearing hitched breath.
I try not to say what
is there.
After all-
Certainty belongs to a fool.
Setting sun, and hot breezy gale.
Cold night wind, silver moonlit
water.
I stare.
"Hold my hand?"
Questions of gigantic proportions
formed with little words.
I won't say it.
but it's there.
I won't say it.
That I'm afraid to be alone,
and that you made me realize that.
"Hold my hand?"
Unspoken question,
spoken by your irises of
honey brown gold.
No one speaks,
but.
eyes clash, and they
say what is there.
Reaching out for the hand.
Love, or so the wind says.
I'm afraid to be alone.
But still, I'm leaving.
I left.
I am the infinite wind, breezing through your locks.
Quiet afternoons, they say.
"Hold my hand?"
Soft twilight warmth touching
faces softly-
You.
Running hands through hair,
hearing hitched breath.
I try not to say what
is there.
After all-
Certainty belongs to a fool.
Setting sun, and hot breezy gale.
Cold night wind, silver moonlit
water.
I stare.
"Hold my hand?"
Questions of gigantic proportions
formed with little words.
I won't say it.
but it's there.
I won't say it.
That I'm afraid to be alone,
and that you made me realize that.
"Hold my hand?"
Unspoken question,
spoken by your irises of
honey brown gold.
No one speaks,
but.
eyes clash, and they
say what is there.
Reaching out for the hand.
Love, or so the wind says.
I'm afraid to be alone.
But still, I'm leaving.
I left.