I heard the tapping of your foot as you approached
and your presence beat like the heart in my chest, pedaling a clockwork of miniscule sighs
that I’m finding harder and harder to wrench into myself.
If I could sound out the letters to the hollow sound the wind catching on my ribs makes, it would be a symphony I wish you could explain to me
because the sway of your voice seems to fit in just fine with the cacophony that escapes.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
I heard the tapping of your foot as you approached
and your presence beat like the heart in my chest, pedaling a clockwork of miniscule sighs
that I’m finding harder and harder to wrench into myself.
If I could sound out the letters to the hollow sound the wind catching on my ribs makes, it would be a symphony I wish you could explain to me
because the sway of your voice seems to fit in just fine with the cacophony that escapes.
