|Still Young, Still Running
Author: Wear Me PM
smoke like help signals or warning signs. your escapeRated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 203 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-06-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2447532
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Inanimate objects speak more than you & I still hear the way joints sigh curled in your fingers. You blow smoke like a help signal or a warning sign
Your eyes smirk and double dare me
But this is more of a game than you know, the sides unclear with the way I'm wearing craving (along with too much perfume)
You speak in accents and aftertastes; take me somewhere I beg. But you run your fingers through your hair
Its summer, somewhere.
The world is fizzing on your tongue, your breathing, breathing too much for me boy
Your lips speak perfection in stutter steps & slurs
& I still feel lost the way your body shakes, your mind blurs
You grin plastic and credit cards with the chains on your wrists you still can't see
You say Vegas
Your eyes glow bright and you look into the sky. Behind your eyes you see opportunities, shooting stars.
Through mine I can just see the end
But we're young, still running
And you tell me you can take me away.
But I'm afraid I will just leave you behind.