I’m tired of silences,
lingering and vapid,
exhausting our connection waiting
to be founded by our lips too busy
sipping distilled influences so
that we might have the courage to
give ourselves away
Promise me your gaze
by showing me some truth
and swear on your last sip you've
never been this exposed
Confide in me your current thoughts,
despite the dancing static generating
from the nerves bubbling your insides
Let's spill our guts rather these beverages
and soak up our regurgitations
with dry expression, absorbing every
last bit of dejected rejections
Speak erratically and emphatically;
my preference is your face bolded
with a gleam in your eyes,
quotationed brow, and when you blink,
I'll drink your experiences, glean your aimless
journey, until I'm intoxicated by your
imperfect perspective
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
I’m tired of silences,
lingering and vapid,
exhausting our connection waiting
to be founded by our lips too busy
sipping distilled influences so
that we might have the courage to
give ourselves away
Promise me your gaze
by showing me some truth
and swear on your last sip you've
never been this exposed
Confide in me your current thoughts,
despite the dancing static generating
from the nerves bubbling your insides
Let's spill our guts rather these beverages
and soak up our regurgitations
with dry expression, absorbing every
last bit of dejected rejections
Speak erratically and emphatically;
my preference is your face bolded
with a gleam in your eyes,
quotationed brow, and when you blink,
I'll drink your experiences, glean your aimless
journey, until I'm intoxicated by your
imperfect perspective
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