She sits there, fingers twitching erratically
Hands clasping, unclasping over each other
With the sunlight fracturing through rippled eyelids
I imagine I can almost see right into her eyes
Like paper soaked through with tears
But then she lowers her head
Shoulders sag from her weighted thoughts
Rays now falling to her ocean of hair
I wouldn't mind
But I can see the weariness she feels
She sits cross legged
But yet her back is weathered with unlived age
Her half smile barely reaches her lips
And her eyes
They're closed to contain the break lapping under her lashes
They're closed to trap the tears threatening to become lakes
They're closed and I don't mind
There's never a shortage of her to immerse myself in
Now it's her hands
Her hands are still moving
Wrinkles disturbing the still waters
Visions of waves promising to drag me down
To suffocate me among the depths of all I love of her
Trust me
I won't mind
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
She sits there, fingers twitching erratically
Hands clasping, unclasping over each other
With the sunlight fracturing through rippled eyelids
I imagine I can almost see right into her eyes
Like paper soaked through with tears
But then she lowers her head
Shoulders sag from her weighted thoughts
Rays now falling to her ocean of hair
I wouldn't mind
But I can see the weariness she feels
She sits cross legged
But yet her back is weathered with unlived age
Her half smile barely reaches her lips
And her eyes
They're closed to contain the break lapping under her lashes
They're closed to trap the tears threatening to become lakes
They're closed and I don't mind
There's never a shortage of her to immerse myself in
Now it's her hands
Her hands are still moving
Wrinkles disturbing the still waters
Visions of waves promising to drag me down
To suffocate me among the depths of all I love of her
Trust me
I won't mind
And as I sank, I opened my eyes and saw stars.
Soundtrack: Second Chances - Imagine Dragons
22/10/15
