The last of your words
float ceaselessly through my processes
hold me up, measure me against them
throw me down and forget
they find the one spot I forgot to armor plate
and tear away every other shred
submerge me in the darkest of waters
but saves me at the last second
if nothing else for ironies sake
its hard to think about meeting a stranger I already know
or holding a familiar body I'd never really felt
but that's your definition
you are what you never were
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:30 PM UTC
The last of your words
float ceaselessly through my processes
hold me up, measure me against them
throw me down and forget
they find the one spot I forgot to armor plate
and tear away every other shred
submerge me in the darkest of waters
but saves me at the last second
if nothing else for ironies sake
its hard to think about meeting a stranger I already know
or holding a familiar body I'd never really felt
but that's your definition
you are what you never were
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