Words escape me,
Fall through like the sands in an hourglass.
It's not that I don't have anything to say,
or anything to write.
But when it comes to you
what can I say,
or simply write about.
You are a much more complex specimen
than any strand of words can simply tell about.
So I'll leave you up for interpretation,
floating through the vacuum
of my incoherent thoughts.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC
Words escape me,
Fall through like the sands in an hourglass.
It's not that I don't have anything to say,
or anything to write.
But when it comes to you
what can I say,
or simply write about.
You are a much more complex specimen
than any strand of words can simply tell about.
So I'll leave you up for interpretation,
floating through the vacuum
of my incoherent thoughts.
