Another. I'm wanting more of this trivial bliss. Every clasp of arms and fingers, asking if I ever want to wake alone. I don't know why but I do, want it all. I don't why I cling to my youth.
We were making it up off the tips of our tongues, we were young. We were waking the dust. Rapid feet, eyes to the sun. When we blinked, you were gone.
Features just as mine. Waning futures, imperfect moonlight. Bespoke to fit our nature, and our faces keep the story lines. I don't know why but I do, want it all. I don't why I swoon for my youth.
all rights reserved