A look that could pull down birds
The break in the cars
A change of tone in the middle of a word
That reminder of who we are
I feel the blood in my fingertips
You've frozen my imagination alive
Thought affects those two hinged lips
Emotion dries, and time
Time sighs
In the shadows of lit looks things flicker
The gaps between my ribs softly itch
Will blood in the bath make it thicker?
In sustenance poor, in-boldened acts rich
It didn't take my breath away
I simply neglected the air
I simply neglected the notion of life
In that world stiffening, hopes raised, soul listening
In the simple beauty, in the quiet glistening, of your stare
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
A look that could pull down birds
The break in the cars
A change of tone in the middle of a word
That reminder of who we are
I feel the blood in my fingertips
You've frozen my imagination alive
Thought affects those two hinged lips
Emotion dries, and time
Time sighs
In the shadows of lit looks things flicker
The gaps between my ribs softly itch
Will blood in the bath make it thicker?
In sustenance poor, in-boldened acts rich
It didn't take my breath away
I simply neglected the air
I simply neglected the notion of life
In that world stiffening, hopes raised, soul listening
In the simple beauty, in the quiet glistening, of your stare
