Parallel paths we wander on,
glancing across every once in a while.
I feel your presence close,
but your eyes are cast down as you toil.
Your hands are too busy to hold,
your eyes are too full to see me.
A curve falls into view in the distance,
anticipation ties my heart; I count to three.
We collide in a thunderstorm,
lightning crackling in our souls,
fusing pieces of us to each other,
earth melting away into a black hole.
Rain pours over us,
but all we see is each other.
You and I push and pull,
but we stay joined together.
Time passes and we're spinning,
clocks and hands and lips and skin.
You take me to another world,
what century am I in?
The words that float off your lips,
they're like a drug I can't resist.
Who could have known
this moment we've sown
would have been born
of opposite curves in parallel roads?
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
Parallel paths we wander on,
glancing across every once in a while.
I feel your presence close,
but your eyes are cast down as you toil.
Your hands are too busy to hold,
your eyes are too full to see me.
A curve falls into view in the distance,
anticipation ties my heart; I count to three.
We collide in a thunderstorm,
lightning crackling in our souls,
fusing pieces of us to each other,
earth melting away into a black hole.
Rain pours over us,
but all we see is each other.
You and I push and pull,
but we stay joined together.
Time passes and we're spinning,
clocks and hands and lips and skin.
You take me to another world,
what century am I in?
The words that float off your lips,
they're like a drug I can't resist.
Who could have known
this moment we've sown
would have been born
of opposite curves in parallel roads?
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