[but make it quick or i might just die]
you and I, two fading tattoos carved into each other's bones /
crinkling eyes, hurting cheekbones; silence overlapping into echoes //
quivering with laughter in a crowded room /
clawing through words ; sitting alone at noon //
with everyone else passing by on fast forward,
galaxy sunsets, blurry polaroids, a moment captured //
poisoned bloodstreams, lightning jolts,
a lucid dream we didn't get to choose the ending for //
the punchline of a joke too long
we didn't get the time to hear,/
our mouths wide open with secrets
making homes out of each other's ears //
where rooftops filled with memories
let's the light outside to creep in /
a glass of milk, a silent song,
a sketch of a girl and a broken ring //
two elastic hearts reaching out
ad infinitum and breaking to die /
for we're just two clockwork creatures
winding down to the moment we
say goodbye.
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Acoustic Memories
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