This narrative unspoken
You're watching behind
smoke screens and choking
On fears and indecision
She's watching closely to know
if there is something between us,
If there is it's news to me
I barely hear you breath
but I can feel your heart beat
Just not sure it's worth it
Chasing after some dream I had
Some vision of other wordly purpose
I want a soul that's fearless
That can see through the bullshit
distinguishing the truth from
the stuff that you see on the surface
Who isn't afraid to call it by name
To shout it out and say
I can see you, I can remember
the color of your veins
I know from which source
your emotion reins
From which color sky your sun hangs
and I can feel your skin even when it's
a million miles away
Monday, May 3, 2010
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