When I think of us.
I see two little boys, giddy with joy,
Staring across the room too careful to be caught
Lest that consecrated secret be shared.
When I think of us.
I see eyes and I see lips.
I feel a bustling cluster of hands
Hot with relief.
When I think of us.
I see your heart drop, like Autumn leaves
When you see the truth lingering in my eyes
I consider closing them, hesitating.
When I think of us.
I hear the howls of pain,
The long nights of chaos.
I hear the silent anger turning inward.
When I think of us
My heart leaps and swells with pride
Dreams carry me away
Then the censor tightens, jarring my heart kite
I tumble down, holding you tight.
Sometimes you coax me out of my fear,
But you shouldn’t have to. We both know that.
We both know a lot of things.
But when I think of us.
I am happy, where I belong, my home.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
When I think of us.
I see two little boys, giddy with joy,
Staring across the room too careful to be caught
Lest that consecrated secret be shared.
When I think of us.
I see eyes and I see lips.
I feel a bustling cluster of hands
Hot with relief.
When I think of us.
I see your heart drop, like Autumn leaves
When you see the truth lingering in my eyes
I consider closing them, hesitating.
When I think of us.
I hear the howls of pain,
The long nights of chaos.
I hear the silent anger turning inward.
When I think of us
My heart leaps and swells with pride
Dreams carry me away
Then the censor tightens, jarring my heart kite
I tumble down, holding you tight.
Sometimes you coax me out of my fear,
But you shouldn’t have to. We both know that.
We both know a lot of things.
But when I think of us.
I am happy, where I belong, my home.
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