Close

These words you shoot off
softly with a sigh, sing
praises into the atmosphere
for the waste that is this year.
You never knew
that you're of the few
I see when my eyes are closed
tight when you're not ever close.
If seas separate
steal me a raft.
Or I'll swim the coast line
following your light.
House
or home
or land to roam
or foreign shores
or lips too far
to taste before
they're cracked and chapped,
I'll be there
just behind
in every step,
in every shadow
that you pass,
in every camera's
blinding flash.
Someday our dreams
will be the same,
but we'll still see them
when we wake.
Your cheek against mine
and a satisfied grin:
a future I can't wait
to begin.

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These are some words that arranged themselves on a piece of paper.






"Maybe one day soon, it'll all come out, how you dream about each other sometimes." - Fountains Of Wayne Troubled Times