You and me
We lived before gravity
In space where walls were padded, see
We can fall and not feel the sting
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But your hand chooses mine from the heap Lifts my feet from cold tile And you drag me into a leap We just float awhile Rising until we become The moon A crescent smile. Beautiful!
Oh I'm late sorry but I've been so caught up doing nothing with my life (? !) Ahh Two bits slapped my cheeks (one each I suppose) and held ransom my tresspassing eyes. First the picturing of sleepness nights of being kept cruelly awake by the neuron party going on in the head at the careless thought of that certain object of affection (wow dehumanisation right there) Second the mention of window because it permits me to interpret that you two get thrown out of it by your adventurousness and therefore were defenestrated (one up on me friend there) Purely as a side note derived from wishful thinking on my part, the 1st and 2nd defenestration of Prague are something to look at (please, not literally) andyeah yeah yeah mark shut up youre insane and your cluttering up thid young womans poetry page.... Ahh... Youre never lonely with a split personality