Its so easy to pretend im not home when someone is knocking at my door.
I never let anyone in..
Ive lost myself under a thousand layers of sarcasm wit and indifference.
Ive lost myself in that tiny little hole.
But I cant help but see the walls are caving in.
And then there you were..
You opened the door.
Just.
This.
Once.
And for a moment, you found me.
But you ran away.
When the storm comes Ill laugh and Ill cry,
and Ill run through the streets, til my lungs explode.
Ill run.
Alone.
The wind is all I have.
Ill follow the colors youve so carefully painted around your little head of fire.
I will follow you into the night.
Only when the hue becomes so brilliant my eyes wont shut.
Only when the trembling of my fingertips drives me mad.
Ill know Ive found you.
To me, you are perfectly imperfect.
You are strange and beautiful.
But I can only see you when my eyes are shut.
So please dont wake me, let me sleep in.
Just.
This.
Once.
Maybe one day you will understand,
Maybe one day you will find me again.
I wish you would.
Maybe in another life.
Because your just a dream.
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