Sometimes i'd let the wind catch my hair
and reach out a hand to
touch the street lamps as they
flashed past
and sometimes i'd lean back against the leather
seat in silence
but it was always the same smile
that you gave me as we got out
Sometimes we'd lie and let the small
countless grains fall through
out fingers and try not to
think that it was the minutes
that we had left
and sometimes we'd dive beneath
the waves and get lost
in the foam and resurface
with flowers in our hair
but it was always the same light
that shone in your eyes
either way
Sometimes we'd wake up covered in the
soft blankets and the yellow light
seeping through the breeze and
the gaps in our intwined fingers
and sometimes we'd wake on the polished floor
surrounded by faceless bodies,
crushed bottles and flashing lights,
and it would be the streamers
the got lost in my hair, not your fingers,
but it was always the same words
you said to me as you
opened bleary eyes
And sometimes i think you never change because
this is all you ever wanted in all your
dizziest daydreams
but Sometimes i think i was wasting my time
believing that this wasn't your
worst nightmare and that it
was because your new
words are whispered in
someone else's ear
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
Sometimes i'd let the wind catch my hair
and reach out a hand to
touch the street lamps as they
flashed past
and sometimes i'd lean back against the leather
seat in silence
but it was always the same smile
that you gave me as we got out
Sometimes we'd lie and let the small
countless grains fall through
out fingers and try not to
think that it was the minutes
that we had left
and sometimes we'd dive beneath
the waves and get lost
in the foam and resurface
with flowers in our hair
but it was always the same light
that shone in your eyes
either way
Sometimes we'd wake up covered in the
soft blankets and the yellow light
seeping through the breeze and
the gaps in our intwined fingers
and sometimes we'd wake on the polished floor
surrounded by faceless bodies,
crushed bottles and flashing lights,
and it would be the streamers
the got lost in my hair, not your fingers,
but it was always the same words
you said to me as you
opened bleary eyes
And sometimes i think you never change because
this is all you ever wanted in all your
dizziest daydreams
but Sometimes i think i was wasting my time
believing that this wasn't your
worst nightmare and that it
was because your new
words are whispered in
someone else's ear
