(I saw you for seconds in dulled and tamed party.. We were passing by like clouds on a warm night.. I wrapped the door with my shadow and he followed you home.. Whispering in a autumn tongue)

We have so little time tonight.
Or for that matter in the rest of our lives

Cause there’s that line that doubles with time.. And when its solid.. Its our floor.. And we can walk around.

But never leave.

And I was told you might like the way I live my life.. But you don’t quite like the fact that its me living that life.

There is a line that doubles with time.. The longer we wait the thicker it gets.. Sometimes those lines break loose and land across our chest.. And we become labeled as just passing by

And with those labels growing over our face.. we will stare into each other.. Trying to figure out how to pull those names of our shirts

But they will never leave


So stop being so subtle dear and step over those lines.. And let them push us like brooms toward one another.. And we will be swept.. Like the dirt into a pile where we can be together

And never leave one another.. And I will build a home with the grains and flour dropped on the floor.. And we will sleep in the bottle cap of a emptied bottle..

And those labels that were lines.. Will retreat to the sky and we will watch them..

Passing by

And we will be together.

We have so little time youth..
So lets not waste it..

(my shadow came back to me.. Crying.. Cause you never caught his name)

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