I want to be susceptible to the world's most anguishing heartbreak.
I want to know torture outside prisons
and inside the hidden doors in the soul-
the ones where you stash the secrets
the truth
the unadmittable.
Looking across a roomful of people
and only seeing one
only Ever seeing one
and wouldn't it be a fairytale
if he was looking right back.
Because before heartache comes heart great.
No more "do my eyes deceive me?"
No more fantasizing what happens when hands
accidentally graze
There's no mistaking his meaning.
Like Love poems in foreign languages-
you still understand every word
every sentiment
every intention.
And while the world keeps spinning
and the noise gets louder and louder
We will retreat into our own quietness.
Where we will stay for
a long
long
time.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
I want to be susceptible to the world's most anguishing heartbreak.
I want to know torture outside prisons
and inside the hidden doors in the soul-
the ones where you stash the secrets
the truth
the unadmittable.
Looking across a roomful of people
and only seeing one
only Ever seeing one
and wouldn't it be a fairytale
if he was looking right back.
Because before heartache comes heart great.
No more "do my eyes deceive me?"
No more fantasizing what happens when hands
accidentally graze
There's no mistaking his meaning.
Like Love poems in foreign languages-
you still understand every word
every sentiment
every intention.
And while the world keeps spinning
and the noise gets louder and louder
We will retreat into our own quietness.
Where we will stay for
a long
long
time.
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