Your hand rests limply
Across my waist
A cacophony of thoughts
Our hearts beat at different rates
We search for the light
Like dusty moths
Floating broken
And drifting off
On top of the sheets
Listening to the world outside
I traced the features of your face
With my rough fingertips
We gravitate towards happiness
And do what's in our power
To find the light that never goes out
The light inside each other
It is late and I've been dreaming
So the string of thoughts is tangled
But I think from now on I'll keep
A lighter beside my candle.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC
Your hand rests limply
Across my waist
A cacophony of thoughts
Our hearts beat at different rates
We search for the light
Like dusty moths
Floating broken
And drifting off
On top of the sheets
Listening to the world outside
I traced the features of your face
With my rough fingertips
We gravitate towards happiness
And do what's in our power
To find the light that never goes out
The light inside each other
It is late and I've been dreaming
So the string of thoughts is tangled
But I think from now on I'll keep
A lighter beside my candle.
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