An echo in our minds from all the things unsaid.
You have a beautiful smile
Do you know that when our elbows touch it's our souls that connect?
Your eyelashes collect the dust particles from all the places we have been;
and when you close your eyes I see them like the constellations I gaze upon with every hope I have for this world
That shirt looks good on you
How did we come to this?
Let's talk about the unadulterated silence between people
The truest, most troubled and carnal thoughts of you reside in my heart, move up to my bosoms and resonate in my mind
The words get lost in translation
The journey from;
My heart through my mind to my lips - the words I never utter
I stumble over them like uneven ground
I stammer like a scratched CD
And what, in my mind sounds like the perfect unity of phonetic bliss
Turns into a massacre of words
An unpleasant sound with words trapped by insecurities
A battle between body language, confidence and the other person's eyes - their presence
We are silent lovers shaped by the moon and guided by the stars
And to You, my dear, I will always write unspeakable words
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
An echo in our minds from all the things unsaid.
You have a beautiful smile
Do you know that when our elbows touch it's our souls that connect?
Your eyelashes collect the dust particles from all the places we have been;
and when you close your eyes I see them like the constellations I gaze upon with every hope I have for this world
That shirt looks good on you
How did we come to this?
Let's talk about the unadulterated silence between people
The truest, most troubled and carnal thoughts of you reside in my heart, move up to my bosoms and resonate in my mind
The words get lost in translation
The journey from;
My heart through my mind to my lips - the words I never utter
I stumble over them like uneven ground
I stammer like a scratched CD
And what, in my mind sounds like the perfect unity of phonetic bliss
Turns into a massacre of words
An unpleasant sound with words trapped by insecurities
A battle between body language, confidence and the other person's eyes - their presence
We are silent lovers shaped by the moon and guided by the stars
And to You, my dear, I will always write unspeakable words
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