Post by water4545 on Oct 12, 2012 21:54:09 GMT -5
Dust on the window
cobwebs on the pane
not much to speak of until
like the veins in my head
it tangles and breaks and falls off the glass
or bleeds
now my vision blurs after a few moments
within those moments
seeing you is easy
and you are as beautiful as before the dust swept up and settled
on me, on you
on everything, to be honest
I can't think of one thing that burns as bright as anything did
but between moments
blink away the dust
but my eyes get tired that way
sting or water and turn red until they eventually close for sleep
open in the morning a few moments
feel you close and warm
then muscles and electricity and enervating
to no purpose
cobwebs on the pane
not much to speak of until
like the veins in my head
it tangles and breaks and falls off the glass
or bleeds
now my vision blurs after a few moments
within those moments
seeing you is easy
and you are as beautiful as before the dust swept up and settled
on me, on you
on everything, to be honest
I can't think of one thing that burns as bright as anything did
but between moments
blink away the dust
but my eyes get tired that way
sting or water and turn red until they eventually close for sleep
open in the morning a few moments
feel you close and warm
then muscles and electricity and enervating
to no purpose