#userrika

You would not cower in the face of your heart, Or your dreams, And that was how I knew I was wishing on burnt out stars, That they were not shooting but dying, That we were not strong, we were desperate, And why would you look at me when you could look at her? I covered my eyes but I could still hear you speak, And dear god, why can’t I say what I mean? I have a list of things your voice reminds me of, A clatter of a spoon, A sunflower stem, The sun breaking through a hurricane, Your windpipe filling with rain, Like honey seeping to the bottom of the sea, Would you recognise the voice of me, If I were to let you, This is what I’d say, If the world could not see me I wouldn’t even stay.