I wanted to tell you
But the words met traffic in my throat
My eyes peak through
The gaps between your fingertips
Have I caught it?
Or will my grasp lose grip?
The weakness in your voice
Spoke to me a language I had hoped you'd never know
You're fluent
And you've out grossed a mid-summer's day
As you speak
A crow's feet make their way
I know how
This is going to end
I can see
Somewhere known in my rearview
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
I wanted to tell you
But the words met traffic in my throat
My eyes peak through
The gaps between your fingertips
Have I caught it?
Or will my grasp lose grip?
The weakness in your voice
Spoke to me a language I had hoped you'd never know
You're fluent
And you've out grossed a mid-summer's day
As you speak
A crow's feet make their way
I know how
This is going to end
I can see
Somewhere known in my rearview
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