there were scriptures inside your hands
turning pages into history
I was the last thought
hoping to linger in your vision
shrouded in silence
vacant windows in daily rush
where empty train seats
wait for your arrival
there are words I can’t speak
learning the language of you
nameless as you may be
I’m stung by your potential
this searching for focus
as time suffocates my expectations
for I want to know you
past the limits of passing by
I want these walls to become weightless
this anxiety to lose meaning
for this fantasy existing inside me
to show it can come to life
to finally take its first breath
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
there were scriptures inside your hands
turning pages into history
I was the last thought
hoping to linger in your vision
shrouded in silence
vacant windows in daily rush
where empty train seats
wait for your arrival
there are words I can’t speak
learning the language of you
nameless as you may be
I’m stung by your potential
this searching for focus
as time suffocates my expectations
for I want to know you
past the limits of passing by
I want these walls to become weightless
this anxiety to lose meaning
for this fantasy existing inside me
to show it can come to life
to finally take its first breath
