Eyes ripped into this face
giving away darkness.
Something‘s hiding deep inside,
not wanting to be seen,
but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle.
You let me look into it,
You let me explore them,
and I wanted to reach out to them,
and put my hands, my lips, my words onto wherever
your soul was leaking out.
Why rush onto you?
Fragile, sweet and precious you?
I can‘t risk to lose you,
so I‘ll wait until tomorrow and inhale the thought of you.
I wanted to show you mine.
My darkness,
my knowing and feeling of these things,
I wanted to feel your eyes,
your thoughts.
But tomorrow never came.
There are these words that never got out, that are still stuck inside. Shrinking the throat into a sore hell, suffocating the remains. There are these words that never were answered, but needed to be.
Wanting you.
Keeping the fear away.
Never worrying about tomorrow.
Tomorrow never came.
There never even was a tomorrow.
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