"underair" poems
there are bubbles on your eyelashes
and air in your cheeks
your hair moves without you
i stare at you when you’re not looking
but you only want to read
what i write when it’s about you
i hold your hand under the water
i want to stay down here with you
but i can’t stop myself from floating
it makes me sad how much better
we are when we’re not ourselves
but i’ll do anything to be happy
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC