i would do anything
to have your lips stutter my name
let your words grasp my hand
watch your eyes search for mine.
to wait for you is impossible yet divine
when we exist in places
so far from where we are destined.
we are parallel lines
i would do anything
for us to be a painting instead
i'd color you in hues of unrequited love
and put us on a frame
i'll give it to you and say
'keep it. keep us. keep me'
'why'
'because we are so much more than just parallel lines'
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:31 AM UTC
i would do anything
to have your lips stutter my name
let your words grasp my hand
watch your eyes search for mine.
to wait for you is impossible yet divine
when we exist in places
so far from where we are destined.
we are parallel lines
i would do anything
for us to be a painting instead
i'd color you in hues of unrequited love
and put us on a frame
i'll give it to you and say
'keep it. keep us. keep me'
'why'
'because we are so much more than just parallel lines'
finally found the inspiration to write again. i believe sorrow brings out the poet in everyone.
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