Feb 2020
Swimming through the void,
I hear your words,
I lose myself
Just to find you holding me.
The time slows to a crawl,
And I’m warmed by the light you’ve brung.
Your words are preached and sung,
The words hit as comfort,
But not comprehension.
I hear your words,
I lose myself
Just to find you holding me.
The time slows to a crawl,
And I’m warmed by the light you’ve brung.
Your words are preached and sung,
The words hit as comfort,
But not comprehension.
Q’s stood for questions. A’s is answers. Someone said to me at one point “I find boys who write poetry really distracting.” I don’t recall the name of who said to me, I can’t even remember what they looked like or even where we were. I’m not sure if I want the one I like to say that to me, or to see that person again. I’m kinda stupid for thinking like this.
