Time grips my reality
Blending the hours for years
I can hear the gaze in your eyes as
they softly stare.
Tall towers of stars
build these gravity walls between us
as I navigate this ship of sails
through the nights sky to breach
the edge of your heart
causing a waterfall
of space dust particles
to pour over us
Leaving us tracing our scars
and sharing our broken memories
that now lie beneath
these gravity walls.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Time grips my reality
Blending the hours for years
I can hear the gaze in your eyes as
they softly stare.
Tall towers of stars
build these gravity walls between us
as I navigate this ship of sails
through the nights sky to breach
the edge of your heart
causing a waterfall
of space dust particles
to pour over us
Leaving us tracing our scars
and sharing our broken memories
that now lie beneath
these gravity walls.
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