I was the prism through which your world reflected
creating new light and colors against the swaying surface of your perceptions
you were the prism through which my world reflected
creating new life uncolored by my pained and tilted past recollections
lingering, longing, lightly listed measures that build these porous excess thoughts
from this large dose of time I've swallowed with still so little progress
a placebo in place of real growth my space refuses to process
time, space, space, time.
Everything.
Someone is in pain again
and it's someone i can save
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
I was the prism through which your world reflected
creating new light and colors against the swaying surface of your perceptions
you were the prism through which my world reflected
creating new life uncolored by my pained and tilted past recollections
lingering, longing, lightly listed measures that build these porous excess thoughts
from this large dose of time I've swallowed with still so little progress
a placebo in place of real growth my space refuses to process
time, space, space, time.
Everything.
Someone is in pain again
and it's someone i can save
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