How much space is enough?
An arms' length or an ocean size?
What is the terms and agreements?
Can I hold you?
Can I kiss you?
Do I pretend and smile?
I don' know
You say, you say
I don't know
You say, you say.
I don't know
I am drifting away
What is under your shell?
Are you hiding a broken heart?
A hidden desire?
Without me in the picture?
Can I hold you?
Can I kiss you?
Do I pretend and smile?
I don' know
You say, you say
I don't know
You say, you say.
I don't know
I am drifting away
Leave me tied in strings
Twisted and knotted
Are you staying or going?
Are we a partners?
Are we lovers
or are we threw
I don' know
You say, you say
I don't know
You say, you say.
I don't know
I am drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
Drifting away
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
