The light fell through the window shades,
one sliver right between those amber eyes,
and it struck me how little I know of you.
How little I know of anyone.
Every day it feels like there is a new way to hide
from the world. What are we all so scared of?
Intimate touches are minimized by the fear of
being left alone, and with no one taking leaps of faith
we've ended up with our feet weighted to the ground.
Cemented by our inability to push past indecision,
solidified by our lack of communication.
Your eyes may be bottomless, but that shouldn't
stop me from diving in. If I should drown in your
subconscious, I would revel in my lungs collapsing.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
The light fell through the window shades,
one sliver right between those amber eyes,
and it struck me how little I know of you.
How little I know of anyone.
Every day it feels like there is a new way to hide
from the world. What are we all so scared of?
Intimate touches are minimized by the fear of
being left alone, and with no one taking leaps of faith
we've ended up with our feet weighted to the ground.
Cemented by our inability to push past indecision,
solidified by our lack of communication.
Your eyes may be bottomless, but that shouldn't
stop me from diving in. If I should drown in your
subconscious, I would revel in my lungs collapsing.
Once again, unable to think of a title. Sigh.
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