You look at me so mysteriously
As if there is some substance in my soul
I am scared because I know I am so flawed
I laugh it away to distract and repulse your wonder
You sound so calm, as in early morning gentle rain
And your smell travels faster than the wet soil
I roll my fingers in your grains, in your grass
"What a beauty", so unattainable, I close my eyes
You too, are like a statistician, waiting for the final significance
I feel some unsaid words, like the birds sensing a storm
Where do we go from here?
What if we die just looking at each other?
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
You look at me so mysteriously
As if there is some substance in my soul
I am scared because I know I am so flawed
I laugh it away to distract and repulse your wonder
You sound so calm, as in early morning gentle rain
And your smell travels faster than the wet soil
I roll my fingers in your grains, in your grass
"What a beauty", so unattainable, I close my eyes
You too, are like a statistician, waiting for the final significance
I feel some unsaid words, like the birds sensing a storm
Where do we go from here?
What if we die just looking at each other?
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