in my own little crook in the sky,
millions of minds
as complex as mine.
what am i?
wasted moments in time.
grey inhale, gray sigh.
aching to speak
meaningfully.
you don’t have
to touch me
to touch me.
it’s hard to hold
and be held
when you’re nobody’s baby,
biding a lifetime,
waiting. for
“possibly” “maybe”
and if there were nothing
between us
it wouldn’t mean
there was something
between us.
i guess i’m sick and tired
of being.
sick and tired
when we’re all just
dying to live and
living to die.
well that’s just fine.
well, no it’s not.
oh.
i recognize
the landslide.
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between us
it wouldn’t mean
there was something
between us."
fantastic line there. I wonder why so many people replace emotional with physical.
I don't fully understand the last lines but I suppose thats just me being lame.
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meaningfully.
you don’t have
to touch me
to touch me."
fuck.
i mean that in the best way, i swear.
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