I find your strength within your weakness,
and your spontaneousness stutters in the melody of your lisps.
I find the power in your unspoken favorite flavor,
and the taste leaks from a puncture of your unconscious gesture.
I find your pain in the discourse of your taciturn glance,
and your fear preserved with the muscles of your midnight beard.
I find a lot in the nothingness in your insolvent pocket,
I find joy, glamour and an ignited cello.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
I find your strength within your weakness,
and your spontaneousness stutters in the melody of your lisps.
I find the power in your unspoken favorite flavor,
and the taste leaks from a puncture of your unconscious gesture.
I find your pain in the discourse of your taciturn glance,
and your fear preserved with the muscles of your midnight beard.
I find a lot in the nothingness in your insolvent pocket,
I find joy, glamour and an ignited cello.
