Wrapped around in each other; lost in our lips with our eyes eclipsed we kiss each other deeply breathing each others air your taste seeping into my mouth; our flavor everlasting
moving between stations with newfound aesthetic in every window strangers take seats and lock themselves in their headphones
tickets are checked in the mundane gloom of Mondays beautiful faces stare into the seats before them exposing their gaze as hushed uncertainty silent in the prospect of arrival
when overhead lights flicker darkness is delayed by illuminating smartphones providing soft-spoken information of news headlines and Snapchat stories
hands slightly quiver as Penn Station takes collective precedence cups of slightly cold coffee rise with unflinching confidence
pages of poetic conscience lower their standards and admit they've overstayed their welcome taking shelter in backpacks
strangers disperse into confinements of populated territory their energy birthed in the helpless framework of time clenching its withered fist
Somehow I found A way to get lost in you Let me inside Let me get close to you Change your mind I'll get lost If you want me to Somehow I found A way to get lost in you
Through the curtains shines the brightest light, Inviting the day and banishing the night. A brand new day, for a fresh new start. Dark is the memory, but light is the heart.