Love is so strange at this altitude
I crave going downtown
Feeling your hair follicles against my tongue
I want a cup of tea when I wake up
With nothing but your morning breath in it
I want your odor to stick to my clothes
I used to hate the quiet
Whenever we were together
I feared an awkward pause
Would bury our love alive
And now I crave the silence
I wait for a memory to cross your mind
One you’ve never told me about
A chance to get to know you again.
I love hearing you let guilt off your chest
I want to dive
Deep into the crevices if your shame
Planting seeds of love in every nook and cranny
I hope your life is a buffet of achievements
I hope you cross the mind
Of every person who wronged you
I hope the most beautiful men
Can’t help but look into your eyes
I hope the sweat dripping out of your pores
Is filled with confidence
Love is so strange at this altitude
I hope we have the discipline
To handle our love responsibly
No, we don’t need it
Every second
Every hour
Or every day
I hope our love is a sacred home
A holy departure
From the trials and tribulations
Of everyday life
An invincible field of comfort
Which we can always fall into
Wow, love is strange at this altitude.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
Love is so strange at this altitude
I crave going downtown
Feeling your hair follicles against my tongue
I want a cup of tea when I wake up
With nothing but your morning breath in it
I want your odor to stick to my clothes
I used to hate the quiet
Whenever we were together
I feared an awkward pause
Would bury our love alive
And now I crave the silence
I wait for a memory to cross your mind
One you’ve never told me about
A chance to get to know you again.
I love hearing you let guilt off your chest
I want to dive
Deep into the crevices if your shame
Planting seeds of love in every nook and cranny
I hope your life is a buffet of achievements
I hope you cross the mind
Of every person who wronged you
I hope the most beautiful men
Can’t help but look into your eyes
I hope the sweat dripping out of your pores
Is filled with confidence
Love is so strange at this altitude
I hope we have the discipline
To handle our love responsibly
No, we don’t need it
Every second
Every hour
Or every day
I hope our love is a sacred home
A holy departure
From the trials and tribulations
Of everyday life
An invincible field of comfort
Which we can always fall into
Wow, love is strange at this altitude.
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