Tuesday, August 17, 2010

the innocent die. it happens.

i brush away a lock of hair, we lock our gazes through the air, huddled in a rocking chair, against the whirring wind. i spin around a thousand times, while you recite some nursery rhymes, your voice takes up all the space in my mind, and it goes without saying, we have potential to be more than friends. we left the hall in a blaze of glitter, but then our glory began to flicker, as my knees knocked, children would twitter like irritating birds in a nest. so you traced my lines in indigo, held me up to cure my vertigo, and i ignored their mockingbird stares and sat on the stairs, leaned my head back against your chest.

you drew x's on the back of my hands and i'm infected by the idea of romance, keep wondering what your next move will be, why don't you follow me to the dessert if you're afraid of the sea? paper cranes fly me away to a five-minute day, we hid in corners so we could stay here. i was afraid of what you'd say but your eyes gave you away, they showed more than words could ever convey, so lets lie back and count shooting stars on the pier.

the stars were amazing that night, they epitomized the carefree glow that so rarely ignites your eyes, and i pretended that i was surprised to see you recite apologies in an endless reprise. without a word i placed a single finger to your lips, silenced you with a glance that you later confessed sent your stomach into flips, but if we ever dared to dip beneath the surface of our shallow lies, if we weren't so scared, we'd find some time to break our ties. i shattered my facade some time ago, but it was too cold too soon for you to follow. and so i shed my layers, whispered a prayer but i couldn't cry, not a single salted drop escaped my eye that night, if we were to hit rewind, i bet we'd find some unbidden kisses for frozen cheeks, but for now, let's just enjoy the moment.

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