you and I are alike
excavated from our homes time and time again
breaking down walls in the hope that one day
there will be too much rubble to clear.
we are full of leaking helium
our tails dragging along the ground
in search of a resting place
we clutch our old dreams in our fists
and we confide our hurts in the dark when we should be asleep
the only difference is
while I was in love with a feeling
you were in love with a girl
and you carry her in your ribcage like your last gasp of oxygen
hitting your feet against the pavement again and again
to loosen the image of her smile
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
you and I are alike
excavated from our homes time and time again
breaking down walls in the hope that one day
there will be too much rubble to clear.
we are full of leaking helium
our tails dragging along the ground
in search of a resting place
we clutch our old dreams in our fists
and we confide our hurts in the dark when we should be asleep
the only difference is
while I was in love with a feeling
you were in love with a girl
and you carry her in your ribcage like your last gasp of oxygen
hitting your feet against the pavement again and again
to loosen the image of her smile
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