In that closed bedroom,
we stayed.
Castaways on shore,
from that sea of eyes.
Always watching,
many faces,
many smiles,
fake.
Stretching ear to ear,
the façade.
Tired of floating,
of swimming,
that stream,
we both began to drown.
But I’ll **** the water,
from your lungs,
if you hold just a little longer,
to me.
But, even together,
we’re still painted blue.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
In that closed bedroom,
we stayed.
Castaways on shore,
from that sea of eyes.
Always watching,
many faces,
many smiles,
fake.
Stretching ear to ear,
the façade.
Tired of floating,
of swimming,
that stream,
we both began to drown.
But I’ll **** the water,
from your lungs,
if you hold just a little longer,
to me.
But, even together,
we’re still painted blue.
