You're the fluid, I'm the mould
I give you shape, and you make me brim
I'm here to let you know
How much I bear the burden of a heartache
When you drift away
I have told you what I feel
Even when those eyes of yours laugh
waiting for telltale signs
or am I starting to see patterns
in what seems to be randomness
of our existence
Should I believe in coincidences
or the metaphors of time
Your deep brown eyes
a guiding discovery to our future
If I could recite a mantra
so powerful that it could rhyme
With the unsaid sophistication
of your wondrous stare
and recite to the myths
of our time
That nothing was made of us
away from us.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
You're the fluid, I'm the mould
I give you shape, and you make me brim
I'm here to let you know
How much I bear the burden of a heartache
When you drift away
I have told you what I feel
Even when those eyes of yours laugh
waiting for telltale signs
or am I starting to see patterns
in what seems to be randomness
of our existence
Should I believe in coincidences
or the metaphors of time
Your deep brown eyes
a guiding discovery to our future
If I could recite a mantra
so powerful that it could rhyme
With the unsaid sophistication
of your wondrous stare
and recite to the myths
of our time
That nothing was made of us
away from us.
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