Walking, your gait memorizes
Not when you know it
That doesn't count
Because that's different
When you don't know
That's special
A moment removed from
History, unremembered
And is all mine, no one else's
It's not a bounce, or a walk
Almost a combination of both
When every foot touches the ground
Your eyes glisten, uncried tears
And I hope you never cry again
I've been paying more attention
Just lately, and they're so animated
All around back and forth,
But with a sort of tunnel vision
Focused, but in the past
Hands move every word
Flying across the room
Around and around,
Blood tipped nails, work words
Crafted by the sharpest rapier tongue
Building, emphasizing every thought
A crazy, flurry of words, fingers and hands
It's with every breathe you take
Every action, you flow, glow
Fingers to toes
Eyes to heels
Absolutely
And always, yes, I do
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
Walking, your gait memorizes
Not when you know it
That doesn't count
Because that's different
When you don't know
That's special
A moment removed from
History, unremembered
And is all mine, no one else's
It's not a bounce, or a walk
Almost a combination of both
When every foot touches the ground
Your eyes glisten, uncried tears
And I hope you never cry again
I've been paying more attention
Just lately, and they're so animated
All around back and forth,
But with a sort of tunnel vision
Focused, but in the past
Hands move every word
Flying across the room
Around and around,
Blood tipped nails, work words
Crafted by the sharpest rapier tongue
Building, emphasizing every thought
A crazy, flurry of words, fingers and hands
It's with every breathe you take
Every action, you flow, glow
Fingers to toes
Eyes to heels
Absolutely
And always, yes, I do
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