there's something with the way
your mind works
how you see the world
with your jaded lens
& how those lazy eyes
would glance and tickle
the fabrics of my soul.
i drank your silence
like heavy liquor
and it destroyed me
yet i still succumbed
to the fantasy

the air is always lifted
differently when you
walk into the room
& my blood will always
dance, everytime
you open your mouth
ill always be looking out
in this kaleidoscope
of chances and changes
ill always think about
simply holding your hand