The freckles on your face blend your skin in a blanket of unique criteria

Conversing and thinking,
on how we are all slowly sinking
Everything can go wrong in the matter of blinking

I didn’t mean to interrupt
Focusing in on her oddly specific features
I really didn’t mean
She cuts me off with a slight glance before acknowledging my statement

She stares into my eyes as if she had once known me
Slowly turning her body towards me
Walking in my direction as if she had done this before
She looks me up and down as she says
come with me

As she turns her shoulder her hand finds mine
Fingers float smoothly through my palm
like water from the faucet

She takes me to a room with the light drained out
I can smell her perfume spread throughout the room
Her presence becomes closer with seconds
lust fills the room overtop of her already crowded perfume

The light switch clicks on
Light dances down her chest as she slides her shirt over
I lean up to feel her eyes glazing towards mine
Her smile cracks suddenly throwing her eyes down

Walking out the door I turn as she tugs my shirt
Staring into her eyes I can feel her pain
Suddenly there is a pause as someone approaches
He clears his throat with a curious puff to say

I didn’t mean to interrupt

I am waiting for the sun to peak through the trees
while I sit on these broken down beams

Motionless I stare into the abyss
wondering what will come from this

I watch the birds swiftly sway from tree to tree as they play
slowly hoping that everything will be okay

People always ask me what I will do
but I can't seem to find anything to say
Silently wishing they would all drift away
so I can just sail somewhere and live astray

I want to get away and not have all these people to pay
I find it weird we have to pay to live on a planet we were born on

Although; these are just things we all have to face
so instead of fighting with the whole human race
I will live here in the pathless woods
for this is my place

We have to set our minds free
Speaking how we all think differently

The ones who sit back in silence
are usually the ones who have the most to say

They are just unlike some
and express their ideas in a different way

Take me back to that spot;
where your eyes distantly grazed against mine like an unfamiliar thought crossing through your head,
trying not to be forgotten

Take me back to the flickering images of your hair;
as it bursts with sparks of fire every time it comes in contact with the streams of light,
reaching through the window

Let me relive five minutes of time with you;
let me admire your smile as you curiously gaze into my eyes
as if reading a short novel,
written only for you

Take me back to the shoreline where we lost time;
take me back to you