i like to see the way you
like to lay in your books,
the class that borrows you
and lets you take it home.
life moves like a chess queen,
instantly
i pray
to hold you too tight some days.
they are -
and their presence
that shakes the air
was thick
with a bass
thump with the
breakbeat bump
into the kind of other skyness,
then suddenly
I was surrounded by razors
shaving off one breath at a time
a loom and singing wood winds over and
Something broke my grasp, running away
from these bad memories.
the young morning wind asked me for my name today
I whispered it was a secret.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
i like to see the way you
like to lay in your books,
the class that borrows you
and lets you take it home.
life moves like a chess queen,
instantly
i pray
to hold you too tight some days.
they are -
and their presence
that shakes the air
was thick
with a bass
thump with the
breakbeat bump
into the kind of other skyness,
then suddenly
I was surrounded by razors
shaving off one breath at a time
a loom and singing wood winds over and
Something broke my grasp, running away
from these bad memories.
the young morning wind asked me for my name today
I whispered it was a secret.
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