his voice is like smoke and stars,
and a sad soft guitar,
outlined with hope.
so much hope
-so much strength,
so much that’s gone.
you look up to the skies
-something beautiful has happened,
and now you’ve begun to face the tragedy that came with it.
feet move to the beat,
a hand pulls you along,
but that hand let go.
and suddenly your
feet are made of stone,
dance no longer.
he understands,
and translates.
velvet, hope, heartbreak.
it’s not just lovers,
it’s not just lovers,
that cause heartbreak.
you and us and all of us,
we were good and we did it
-we broke each other’s hearts.
nobody really knew,
but even though you,
you didn’t know me.
you became the closest person,
because i didn’t have anyone,
or let anyone hold me while i cried.
but you -just you,
you did hold me somehow,
everything you did was like a blanket.
when i doubted them,
when they weren’t enough,
you.
a warm embrace,
a translator for a girl without words,
smoke, stars, and soft guitar.
inspired by brendon urie (dying in LA)
