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For the first time, when I see that I’m changing I know it’s not into a stranger And it’s stranger to think the songs weren’t exaggerating When they mused, “it’s like coming home” The first time you kissed me was so soft... Cautious. Such a quiet knock on the window This glass - so fragile And the second time you kissed me All the panes shattered A thousand cutting prisms Returning sun that could scorch me back to the heavens, to my eyes We two are treading on glass And I’ve been caught between places - my house and my heart And been told I can’t have both But I’ll take shards in my soles if I might rest my palms on your cheeks I’d trade a house for a home, for a heart, for yours. I see it so clearly These exquisite fragments reflect a collection of peices and I recognize each as my own by recalling where your fingers have been Your touch is reassembling me So expertly. Perhaps I’m coalescing, not changing Perhaps a shattered mirror may be unshattered If only you find all the pieces.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
unshattered
For the first time, when I see that I’m changing I know it’s not into a stranger And it’s stranger to think the songs weren’t exaggerating When they mused, “it’s like coming home” The first time you kissed me was so soft... Cautious. Such a quiet knock on the window This glass - so fragile And the second time you kissed me All the panes shattered A thousand cutting prisms Returning sun that could scorch me back to the heavens, to my eyes We two are treading on glass And I’ve been caught between places - my house and my heart And been told I can’t have both But I’ll take shards in my soles if I might rest my palms on your cheeks I’d trade a house for a home, for a heart, for yours. I see it so clearly These exquisite fragments reflect a collection of peices and I recognize each as my own by recalling where your fingers have been Your touch is reassembling me So expertly. Perhaps I’m coalescing, not changing Perhaps a shattered mirror may be unshattered If only you find all the pieces.
Love Love Love
itsbitter
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itsbitter
20/Neither/Canada
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
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