y o u
y for yearning
seeing your face and waiting for you to turn
the warm air before your lips reach mine
the feeling which went to my head like old wine
the taste of mint and bitter-sweetness
like the smell of you wafting over me
the pressure of your body on top of me
once it was comforting
it made me strong
then suddenly suffocating
like breath to a flame
you built me higher
then blew me out
yearning
the burning heat in my chest
the feeling of two bodies
inches apart
the strain to eliminate any distance
till you're so close
like atoms colliding
molecules combining
how long until we became an element of our own
unstable and erratic
incredible in concept
but unattainable in context
o for open road
paths that keep winding
sun streams that come in blinding
signs we keep ignoring
pretending not to mind the final destination
just keep making right turns
until our favorite song ends
we couldn't see what was creeping up behind us
i guess that's why they call it a blind-spot
open road
driving so fast it feels like we're racing the sun
driving home
listening to our song alone
learning new ways to get past that old spot
paying attention to every sign
ignoring that song, when it finally comes on
u for undoing
unwinding the memories
unreeling the spool of time
the ball of yarn we built up
layers of knotty yellow and red
untying the tether
that kept my heart hanging
when you broke the chain
connecting whats yours to mine
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
y o u
y for yearning
seeing your face and waiting for you to turn
the warm air before your lips reach mine
the feeling which went to my head like old wine
the taste of mint and bitter-sweetness
like the smell of you wafting over me
the pressure of your body on top of me
once it was comforting
it made me strong
then suddenly suffocating
like breath to a flame
you built me higher
then blew me out
yearning
the burning heat in my chest
the feeling of two bodies
inches apart
the strain to eliminate any distance
till you're so close
like atoms colliding
molecules combining
how long until we became an element of our own
unstable and erratic
incredible in concept
but unattainable in context
o for open road
paths that keep winding
sun streams that come in blinding
signs we keep ignoring
pretending not to mind the final destination
just keep making right turns
until our favorite song ends
we couldn't see what was creeping up behind us
i guess that's why they call it a blind-spot
open road
driving so fast it feels like we're racing the sun
driving home
listening to our song alone
learning new ways to get past that old spot
paying attention to every sign
ignoring that song, when it finally comes on
u for undoing
unwinding the memories
unreeling the spool of time
the ball of yarn we built up
layers of knotty yellow and red
untying the tether
that kept my heart hanging
when you broke the chain
connecting whats yours to mine
