The greatest sign of love perhaps
is taking the words out of your mouth,
and stringing them across my shoulders for all to see.
Like a chain of verbs and linked perceptions
stuttered to anyone and everyone who has the time to listen but
rarely do they have enough to understand.
A declaration of dependence
for the sake of our sanity.
A dependence on declaring
for a reason unknown to our egos.
and slowly these premeditated meditations will sink into our skin,
tattoos of our words engulfing the private eye.
Ones that only we can see.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
The greatest sign of love perhaps
is taking the words out of your mouth,
and stringing them across my shoulders for all to see.
Like a chain of verbs and linked perceptions
stuttered to anyone and everyone who has the time to listen but
rarely do they have enough to understand.
A declaration of dependence
for the sake of our sanity.
A dependence on declaring
for a reason unknown to our egos.
and slowly these premeditated meditations will sink into our skin,
tattoos of our words engulfing the private eye.
Ones that only we can see.
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