Our stars align when we lay under the nights like this
You're  this close my eyes like this
Your hand on my chest lifting gentle to the the pulse of what I thought didn't exist
It's always this but isn't that what we want?
I'm being blunt to smoke out your uncertain thoughts
What's a curtain cost?
I just want to shut out the spotlights that call us back to the stage of life.
I smile that smile my mouth can't form
The one that holds your thoughts and keeps you warm
We spill like wine and take no form
Loved you since the day we were born. It's the norm to feel this worn when I put on the kettle to have this cup and finally settle. Should we wrestle with time or will we find that it's all inside of our minds? Who perfected this imperfect design? Who made this road without the signs?
Lines connect our words when hands can't talk our thoughts.
Something left to feel right.