You are above me, for the simple fact that you are not me.
I am but a lonely piano player, who resides in the corners
of restaurants and blackened old hearts. You, with
glimmering eyes, and mischievous lips, dance barefoot
against the earth, the arches of your feet covered in free-verse.
I do not approach you; you are above me.
And here is something you may have overlooked
One room’s floor is another room’s
ceiling, and while you sway and dance and live and wander
you are inevitably doing so on my dreams. Burdened and breathless,
I sit and watch you move, up in the stars and the night and the
glow of the moon.
I look up and i see Heaven, you look down and you
see Hell. And as you bow your head to pray, just remember,
you are above me.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:26 PM UTC
You are above me, for the simple fact that you are not me.
I am but a lonely piano player, who resides in the corners
of restaurants and blackened old hearts. You, with
glimmering eyes, and mischievous lips, dance barefoot
against the earth, the arches of your feet covered in free-verse.
I do not approach you; you are above me.
And here is something you may have overlooked
One room’s floor is another room’s
ceiling, and while you sway and dance and live and wander
you are inevitably doing so on my dreams. Burdened and breathless,
I sit and watch you move, up in the stars and the night and the
glow of the moon.
I look up and i see Heaven, you look down and you
see Hell. And as you bow your head to pray, just remember,
you are above me.
