he sings:
all he wants is nothing more
than to hear her knocking at his door.
& all i want is nothing more
than to be the one opening up my own.
she walks through streets of calmed anxiety,
a technique she has nailed into closed doors.
tranced, coffee sipping, malamente listening;
she lives in her mind for the hours she has to rest.
the summer soars; the light winds are for
whisking away the days til she returns.
though today she practices for the worser days,
she can’t help but realise these are more than okay.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
he sings:
all he wants is nothing more
than to hear her knocking at his door.
& all i want is nothing more
than to be the one opening up my own.
she walks through streets of calmed anxiety,
a technique she has nailed into closed doors.
tranced, coffee sipping, malamente listening;
she lives in her mind for the hours she has to rest.
the summer soars; the light winds are for
whisking away the days til she returns.
though today she practices for the worser days,
she can’t help but realise these are more than okay.
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