Dark clouds drift overhead
I am looking up
You are looking down
We should be looking ahead
For your sake
For my sake
Four our sakes
I look down
You look up
We make eye contact
Before turning away again
Here we are again
I guess you can hear the violence within in my silence
I don't hear anything from you
Maybe I'm deaf
Maybe I stopped listening to others
Who knows
I don't want to let go
Yet here I am
Thinking and thinking
Looking down at the red thread
Holding the scissors in my hand
Unsure of what to do
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Dark clouds drift overhead
I am looking up
You are looking down
We should be looking ahead
For your sake
For my sake
Four our sakes
I look down
You look up
We make eye contact
Before turning away again
Here we are again
I guess you can hear the violence within in my silence
I don't hear anything from you
Maybe I'm deaf
Maybe I stopped listening to others
Who knows
I don't want to let go
Yet here I am
Thinking and thinking
Looking down at the red thread
Holding the scissors in my hand
Unsure of what to do
