Wednesday, 18 June 2014
Crying Out
I don't want to look at photos of you zipping down powerlines with crazy ideas.
I don't want to look at outlines of us kissing in space it's just 2-D and greyscale.
I want to look into your real eyes and count the shades of blue measure the depth of black.
Watch them roll when you say Oh! and see them smile when you realise - yes - I love you.
She sings of a long and slender body and I think of you. Always you.
Why don't you visit in my dreams I only dream of the past and wake up sad.
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