Everything gets quiet when I think of you.
The room gets a little bit smaller as the walls creep inward
Slowly
Upon me,
Suffocating me and intoxicating my mind
The clock ticks.
Ticks.
Ticks a little louder,
A little more slowly
As the seconds seem to elongate themselves through eternity.
Each grain placed gently upon the last, with time in between.
My heart beats a little bit faster and my thoughts race to keep pace
I can't tell you what I'm thinking because
The next thought drowns the last
Second by second I rock back and forth, slowly, thinking of you
As the sun sleeps I dream of you.
My eyes glisten when I imagine that slanted smile on to your face
I wish I could be there to see it.
I wish I could love you like I want to
Like I used to.
That song has faded
The intermission has begun,
Preceding the next ensemble.
The silence no longer torments me.
I am no longer trapped when I think of you.
In the silence, I hear collective chants for an encore.
Another chance to play it right.
Another chance to show my capacity.
To outplay my heart and pour out what’s inside.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Everything gets quiet when I think of you.
The room gets a little bit smaller as the walls creep inward
Slowly
Upon me,
Suffocating me and intoxicating my mind
The clock ticks.
Ticks.
Ticks a little louder,
A little more slowly
As the seconds seem to elongate themselves through eternity.
Each grain placed gently upon the last, with time in between.
My heart beats a little bit faster and my thoughts race to keep pace
I can't tell you what I'm thinking because
The next thought drowns the last
Second by second I rock back and forth, slowly, thinking of you
As the sun sleeps I dream of you.
My eyes glisten when I imagine that slanted smile on to your face
I wish I could be there to see it.
I wish I could love you like I want to
Like I used to.
That song has faded
The intermission has begun,
Preceding the next ensemble.
The silence no longer torments me.
I am no longer trapped when I think of you.
In the silence, I hear collective chants for an encore.
Another chance to play it right.
Another chance to show my capacity.
To outplay my heart and pour out what’s inside.
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