Breathe in the scent,
That lingers from your clothes.
The way that your mouth curves into a smile
Like you've just grinned at a ghost.
It's crazy where you drive me,
Up walls and beneath your feet.
I sometimes think I've left my senses
Somewhere in my sleep.
It mostly makes no sense what I say
Anyway. Especially on these kinds of days.
Haze between sad and happy,
A contentment in many ways.
But little can be certain
And of that I am sure,
Because the only truth I know I possess,
Is that we're both like two sides of a single coin.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Breathe in the scent,
That lingers from your clothes.
The way that your mouth curves into a smile
Like you've just grinned at a ghost.
It's crazy where you drive me,
Up walls and beneath your feet.
I sometimes think I've left my senses
Somewhere in my sleep.
It mostly makes no sense what I say
Anyway. Especially on these kinds of days.
Haze between sad and happy,
A contentment in many ways.
But little can be certain
And of that I am sure,
Because the only truth I know I possess,
Is that we're both like two sides of a single coin.
