Within you is a perception I view
Personal;
From the day that awakens and the night that falls through the cracks of my time
Anxiety comes from the eyes I see
Of you to me;
Language of the body is the beauty of art
when it's no longer there society
falls apart;
standoffish to your true self as your mind feels lower than your pride
In a waning crescent I see your mind
and soul;
sanctions of all your thoughts that have traveled
The mental distortion I have of you are vividly blue and secretive
My imaging of the non-conforming norm can fall apart if being proven wrong is the best for my realization of internal anxiousness about the world
and
how it
works
Reading you as if you were a marvel dc comic strip filled with personalities only the heart and curiosity can witness.
short and choppy.
bold with a grip
Here you are
Sand
through my fingertips.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
Within you is a perception I view
Personal;
From the day that awakens and the night that falls through the cracks of my time
Anxiety comes from the eyes I see
Of you to me;
Language of the body is the beauty of art
when it's no longer there society
falls apart;
standoffish to your true self as your mind feels lower than your pride
In a waning crescent I see your mind
and soul;
sanctions of all your thoughts that have traveled
The mental distortion I have of you are vividly blue and secretive
My imaging of the non-conforming norm can fall apart if being proven wrong is the best for my realization of internal anxiousness about the world
and
how it
works
Reading you as if you were a marvel dc comic strip filled with personalities only the heart and curiosity can witness.
short and choppy.
bold with a grip
Here you are
Sand
through my fingertips.