When you capture a pinprick of light
And let it glitter in your hand
the seconds you can keep it burning
Are so much more precious
than
what
comes
after.
After months spent counting raindrops
On two panes of glass,
We met in a twisted café
full of young women
And I swallowed my tongue.
and hoped I could listen
To you talk
of the ropes round your hands
When all I needed was time.
of your dreams and your plans.
When I
just
wasn't
Fine.
I saw you cycle away.
The silhouette of you, black under streetlight.
Is my dreams every day.
Yet a part of me knew
It was just
a silhouette
of you.
And id spent far too long
chasing shadows.
The ghost of a dying flame is
Smoke that exists for a second.
But it explodes into
something
Brighter.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
When you capture a pinprick of light
And let it glitter in your hand
the seconds you can keep it burning
Are so much more precious
than
what
comes
after.
After months spent counting raindrops
On two panes of glass,
We met in a twisted café
full of young women
And I swallowed my tongue.
and hoped I could listen
To you talk
of the ropes round your hands
When all I needed was time.
of your dreams and your plans.
When I
just
wasn't
Fine.
I saw you cycle away.
The silhouette of you, black under streetlight.
Is my dreams every day.
Yet a part of me knew
It was just
a silhouette
of you.
And id spent far too long
chasing shadows.
The ghost of a dying flame is
Smoke that exists for a second.
But it explodes into
something
Brighter.
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