Saturday, May 7, 2016

Noisy Nostalgic

Maybe we could talk like we used to
Through clues infused in verse
Like a sieve of reprieve
Whenever we assumed the worst

Maybe we could meet like we used to
One piece at a time
Eyes for hearts from afar
Or brush your hand by mine

Maybe we could live like we used to
But older now, wiser
I would be more open
And you’d have nothing to fear

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