I just would like to
slide my fingers between
the empty spaces of your hand
and lean my head
on your shoulder
feeling your pulse
beating in time with mine
I'd like to smell
the familiarity I used to
drench myself in
but now I'm soaked in a new odor
washed off the memories with
lavender soaps and vanilla scents,
with the occasional raindrops
prickling down my skin
I would like to see you up close
and trace the lines beneath your eyes
and wonder why your lashes are so long, it's unfair
wonder if your eyes
have forgotten who I am
I would like our souls to be free of this superficiality,
and unwind in a smoke form
no telling where you begin and I end
I would like us to stop being so afraid
and for our paths to cross again
and most of all, I'd like to see you smile in a way
that your heart is on display
no more hiding in dark corners,
listing dreams instead of making them true
If it was so wonderful,
then why aren't we doing it again?
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC
I just would like to
slide my fingers between
the empty spaces of your hand
and lean my head
on your shoulder
feeling your pulse
beating in time with mine
I'd like to smell
the familiarity I used to
drench myself in
but now I'm soaked in a new odor
washed off the memories with
lavender soaps and vanilla scents,
with the occasional raindrops
prickling down my skin
I would like to see you up close
and trace the lines beneath your eyes
and wonder why your lashes are so long, it's unfair
wonder if your eyes
have forgotten who I am
I would like our souls to be free of this superficiality,
and unwind in a smoke form
no telling where you begin and I end
I would like us to stop being so afraid
and for our paths to cross again
and most of all, I'd like to see you smile in a way
that your heart is on display
no more hiding in dark corners,
listing dreams instead of making them true
If it was so wonderful,
then why aren't we doing it again?
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