music will harbor your breathless fear and leave you parallel lines on the staff, with nothing to support your eyes but my hands.
time will tear your hope from your chest and burn it, mash it into the harsh rhythm of heartbeats and the clock in the hallway, give you everything but the all-important chance to return.
love will snatch the tears from your eyes and replace them with fury, to force the passion of your love from its early grave.
all of this i see in the look in your eyes, every time you pull away from a kiss.
and all i have to do is read you, like the open book you are,
to understand that you have never needed me and will never love me.
No comments:
Post a Comment