If you don't have the time by all means
please go on without me
I can empty myself of everything but time
It lays beside my soul quietly passive
like the sky's pressure building
slowly inside our painted landscapes
scrape off the paint you said once
and then there's nothing
as nothing knowing nothing
If this is true
I can wonder,
Looking into your eyes
worth the feeling
the soft length of your
fingers
like the night gently
pushing across the sky
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6 comments:
I don't get the title, but I think I understand some of the verses. I like "the soft length of your fingers" and "the nightly gently pushing across the sky"
yes, it doesnt make sense. I just couldnt think of a good title.
:)
this is beautiful. i am going to link it to a couple of friends actually :)))
Well that makes me feel better;~)
hi amber, thanks :)
hi. you're welcome. :)
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