“This conversation is a little deeper then I expected.”
And I laughed,
As I was only standing ankle deep,
In front of an ocean.
Because I knew he couldn’t swim.
Lock the door.
Draw the curtains.
Death has touched the world once more.
And we’ll hide away with candles,
Until our hearts can beat again.
Poets walk around invisible,
Hidden behind dogeared notebooks,
You catch glimpses of them in their words,
When they let you peak inside their heart,
Then you see them.
Sun on skin,
And the way you make me shudder.
It reminds me I’m alive.
Trying to remember,
To take time out from the rushing.
To dance barefoot in the kitchen.
To hang out of windows,
And look at the sky.
And it still hasn’t been able,
To rub your memory out.
She folded herself up,
Amongst the sheets,
To hide away from the world.
I’m not broken,
I’m just out of alinenment.
And if I look closely,
I can still see the wild inside me.
Stepping stone me safely to morning.
We can grab some dreams,
On the way.