Someday our hearts should
Crash like stars
On a fragile blue sea
You tend to
Condescend my
Questions
Turning me into the
Captain of the
Side streets
As I control the
Steering wheel with
Timid words
& beautiful exasperation
Your eyes looked
Reasonable
Enough to call them mine
For a few hours
Until the touch of air
Meant little to the
Passing minute
Call me your queen
& I'll tell you no
But my fingertips will
Dance
Because you asked me
First
I lock my answers in
A box that harbors a
Ballerina
& a lullaby
& I've forgotten where
I've hidden it
Over the years
When the answers
Are so much
More important
& we sit here at the
Crossroads
For hours because
You craved indecision
& I craved
Insistence.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:09 PM UTC
Someday our hearts should
Crash like stars
On a fragile blue sea
You tend to
Condescend my
Questions
Turning me into the
Captain of the
Side streets
As I control the
Steering wheel with
Timid words
& beautiful exasperation
Your eyes looked
Reasonable
Enough to call them mine
For a few hours
Until the touch of air
Meant little to the
Passing minute
Call me your queen
& I'll tell you no
But my fingertips will
Dance
Because you asked me
First
I lock my answers in
A box that harbors a
Ballerina
& a lullaby
& I've forgotten where
I've hidden it
Over the years
When the answers
Are so much
More important
& we sit here at the
Crossroads
For hours because
You craved indecision
& I craved
Insistence.
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