There's a wall between you and I
a glass window waiting to be shattered
a haunted attic waiting to be opened
and I doubted and I stuttered and
the emergency exit to nowhere.we're sitting in the train, you sleep holding me
I hold my view on both your closed eyes and the landscape passing by,
both empty things to look at. yet beautiful;
you hold tight, but it's too bright,
too powerful,
it's alright.I'm feeling this too often, panic attack on sleeping pills
and sleeping feels like a dry mouth kiss.
Why must I love this concrete grey face of yours, this
silence that makes us disappear wholly,
I'm a dreamer that never learns,
you never taught me.red empty room, half burnt candle;
thirsty, thirsty,
why won't you talk it out
why won't you talk it out,
(a glass window between you and I)
(the train never got there, trailed off)
(hold me sleeping hold me tight)
talk it out (types of love).I'll wait until the nighttime comes, when sweets turn into love.
You just need to please wake up,
first breath after coma, might feel like the switch turning off.,
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ampersand
PoetryOne of two twin collections (the other one is Parenthesis). Writing about the other best music. Her. - ntk Estimated completion: 2017