Shadows

I'm too late
The sun is just leftovers now
And the shadows are already
Dabbing paint on each other's faces
Lit up behind warm paper walls
They laugh about their past lives
And who they will steal tomorrow
They dance around in circles and dark
Ringing the bells on their ankles
And clapping two boney hands together
It's the only music they have
They cry out to waft above the branches
To remain intangible, untouchable
To stand behind you in the mirror and whisper
Your ideas of love are just fire starters
The way you live life is through a finite lense
I didn't mean for a boy to throw you into the sea
But we're here now, aren't we?