looks like morning in your eyes
gentle light and easy love, hidden between lines of
sunrise and fragments of dawn,
singing some sweet song,
but yesterday's gone
i'll dream of tomorrows dressed in red
the moon's loving between all the distance,
in all its sun kissed instance,
we will dance and join hands beating
to this laced heart of mine
circling around whatever i once was
before learning these types of love
the lack thereof
what i wasn't cut out for
you light a cigarette and call as if it's 4 years before,
as if i should be yours
love rest assured
but ex-lovers perpetuate sunken habits while you awaken soul and mind
my subtle stream of sunlight
i dream of and almost accidentally tell everyone
even the sun
even my ex-lover before our call has seemed done
for a while now, and i'm still wandering chinatown as if it isn't sunday evening
as if i've ever known anything besides leaving
as if the sun isn't yet reaching dusk, slowly,
reminding my skin of yours & its gentle touch
as if you're like the rest, as if it's merely lust