have I been here before
lying under sheets I have covered our bodies with
when the midnights have been chills
our naked feet relying on the warmth of corners and limbs
listening to airplane skies
and the echoes of infomercials sending radio waves through my thin walls
the sound of you breathing
as trees sway along my blinds
if I compared you sleeping to music
will it be harder to let go
the nights have always been the same
airport schedules have always followed routine
the trees and the cars passing by will always be stuck between my shades
all has happened
before and after you
and my poetry will never save me
frosted upon my bed
I am gazing the ceiling
an absence of stars
nothing but sky
and I think of a time
when inside your arms
it way okay
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
have I been here before
lying under sheets I have covered our bodies with
when the midnights have been chills
our naked feet relying on the warmth of corners and limbs
listening to airplane skies
and the echoes of infomercials sending radio waves through my thin walls
the sound of you breathing
as trees sway along my blinds
if I compared you sleeping to music
will it be harder to let go
the nights have always been the same
airport schedules have always followed routine
the trees and the cars passing by will always be stuck between my shades
all has happened
before and after you
and my poetry will never save me
frosted upon my bed
I am gazing the ceiling
an absence of stars
nothing but sky
and I think of a time
when inside your arms
it way okay
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