your heartbeat drums to the sunrise outside your balcony door.
my chest shakes with excitement,
anticipating the blooming of your flower eyes
as you wake up from 6 hours of sleep.
i cant tell if i forgot you that night, or every night.
in my static bliss, you dont exist.
too perfect to be part of my imperfect thoughts.
overlapping memories and blurry realities,
none able to mouth out your name.
every encounter is a new impression for me,
i just dont know when the record will finally skip.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
your heartbeat drums to the sunrise outside your balcony door.
my chest shakes with excitement,
anticipating the blooming of your flower eyes
as you wake up from 6 hours of sleep.
i cant tell if i forgot you that night, or every night.
in my static bliss, you dont exist.
too perfect to be part of my imperfect thoughts.
overlapping memories and blurry realities,
none able to mouth out your name.
every encounter is a new impression for me,
i just dont know when the record will finally skip.
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