I sit here clutching useless lists. Keys for doors that don't exist. I crack my teeth on pearls. Tear into the history. Show me what it means to me in this world.
Your eyes followed me here. Your eyes, seamless and sure. They leave me broken and. In need of a cure. . Your eyes followed me here. Your eyes, sifting my soul.
From tender years, you took me for granted. But still I deigned to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed. Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung.