I could just deny the spoken words
But how do I deny what I see
Look how far the sky has touched you
The scars seem perfect to me
The definition of beauty might be the reflection and the refraction and summation of the eyes and the brain
The connection is surely the attraction on the actions making me insane
The actions of the tone of your skin
The biting of the lips squeezing them thin
The vulnerable heart out in the open to win
It is broken and pinned
Having all of it but I shall pretend
That there are no curtains, no end
To this play, to this epic, to this volume, to this ballad
I wish the words beg to be arranged infinitely, just to be you
Sit around every corner of the curves and the brinks of your body
And still feel strange
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
I could just deny the spoken words
But how do I deny what I see
Look how far the sky has touched you
The scars seem perfect to me
The definition of beauty might be the reflection and the refraction and summation of the eyes and the brain
The connection is surely the attraction on the actions making me insane
The actions of the tone of your skin
The biting of the lips squeezing them thin
The vulnerable heart out in the open to win
It is broken and pinned
Having all of it but I shall pretend
That there are no curtains, no end
To this play, to this epic, to this volume, to this ballad
I wish the words beg to be arranged infinitely, just to be you
Sit around every corner of the curves and the brinks of your body
And still feel strange
only in the words