would be walking in the snow, alone
and the soft padded movements under your feet
will ask me questions others wouldn't dare to know.
you
would sit next to me on the bus
and ask how i read without getting sick
and i would throw words up on you.
you
would be in a bookshop
in the metaphysical section
and you would show me thick paged dream interpreters
and i would show you the cover of ****** Astrology.
you
would be lost in a song
throwing glances at me from stage
and the passion that spews out from being on top of everything
everyone's listening.
you
would compliment my brain
and not my body.
i would try to impress you with both.
you
would be smoking a bowl under blacklights
and i would ask for a hit
of you, of you.
[who are you? where are you? how do i find you?]
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
would be walking in the snow, alone
and the soft padded movements under your feet
will ask me questions others wouldn't dare to know.
you
would sit next to me on the bus
and ask how i read without getting sick
and i would throw words up on you.
you
would be in a bookshop
in the metaphysical section
and you would show me thick paged dream interpreters
and i would show you the cover of ****** Astrology.
you
would be lost in a song
throwing glances at me from stage
and the passion that spews out from being on top of everything
everyone's listening.
you
would compliment my brain
and not my body.
i would try to impress you with both.
you
would be smoking a bowl under blacklights
and i would ask for a hit
of you, of you.
[who are you? where are you? how do i find you?]
© AlyssiaAnderson
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