his soul aches, and
the swallows guide me to him
when he checks the sky at night
it’s right there where he left it
clinging onto the mist of misery
we’ll dance under the moons breath
we follow each others silence without incentive
i'm impulsive in reaction to pulsating lungs
i could never sacrifice this non-existing moment
tears run through rivers
his lips leak that it’s alright
and that we are flowing
he is an old beginning
whispering wishful words that arch my spine
we are unaltered in time
silk skin crafted by the clouds
open eyelids pierce through chests
he left me lost in a familiar world
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
his soul aches, and
the swallows guide me to him
when he checks the sky at night
it’s right there where he left it
clinging onto the mist of misery
we’ll dance under the moons breath
we follow each others silence without incentive
i'm impulsive in reaction to pulsating lungs
i could never sacrifice this non-existing moment
tears run through rivers
his lips leak that it’s alright
and that we are flowing
he is an old beginning
whispering wishful words that arch my spine
we are unaltered in time
silk skin crafted by the clouds
open eyelids pierce through chests
he left me lost in a familiar world
