#xoangst
xs and os trickle down to me
Through the wind or sometimes free
The words slip through like silk, like sand
I reach, but they slip out of my hand
They’re stamped on my forehead, but those only burn
I want the xs and os that you earn
I want the xs and os so real and so raw
I crawl my way out of this pseudo-withdrawl
Build me a house out of xs and os, use them to sing me to sleep
Whisper the words towards me at night, maybe these ones I can keep
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC