no clocks move sideways
no patterns to trace--or black hairs to find discarded on your pillow case, days later when the air is empty. all these winters were open for all possibilities and i wasted them all--like years i spent inside myself, inside my head...oh, rooting around for something.
what exactly, do you wonder?
has it a name? a beautiful face?
try hard and squeeze eyes shut until the stars are exploding against a magnificant dark sky. try blind for a month--or longer--just however long it takes to taste the water i pulled you from the river. gasping for a breath. it's monday now, and the blue-ish figure you once were has been replaced by the un-flawed statue of an angel. and those wings...they make me cry.
i could push you furthur away if it was only possible.
no patterns to trace--or black hairs to find discarded on your pillow case, days later when the air is empty. all these winters were open for all possibilities and i wasted them all--like years i spent inside myself, inside my head...oh, rooting around for something.
what exactly, do you wonder?
has it a name? a beautiful face?
try hard and squeeze eyes shut until the stars are exploding against a magnificant dark sky. try blind for a month--or longer--just however long it takes to taste the water i pulled you from the river. gasping for a breath. it's monday now, and the blue-ish figure you once were has been replaced by the un-flawed statue of an angel. and those wings...they make me cry.
i could push you furthur away if it was only possible.
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roxxee:
You wanna a monkey?
You wanna a monkey? 
pandamonium:
i'm having your crown made this week.
