when I look at you
as I do
i see questions in your eyes
your lips move with sounds
in a foreign language
I do not know
are we living,
you and i
on uneven days,
each with our own story
*
your cold, thin fingers
grab my hand, and i wonder
do you want to feel me
do you want to see me
or are you stilll
looking at yourself
surrounded by a fragile world
captured by your restless mind
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
when I look at you
as I do
i see questions in your eyes
your lips move with sounds
in a foreign language
I do not know
are we living,
you and i
on uneven days,
each with our own story
*
your cold, thin fingers
grab my hand, and i wonder
do you want to feel me
do you want to see me
or are you stilll
looking at yourself
surrounded by a fragile world
captured by your restless mind
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