paradoxcycle
Bluelight Crew
i watch birds in their tender flight pour over blades of grass, fence posts, rooftops locking their bodies along with the wind and the gentle fall of night. it gives me peace when i'm so cold, strapped inside of the metal of my car. i want to be this small, in flight moving my wings with the pressure of breezes in cities new and tasteful, married to the summer.
and tender comes to mind, the blur song that always speaks so quietly of things and holds all the desperation carefully locked in and lets it seep slowly out over the course of the song.
how good a world how good a world.
if a man loves a woman (it doesn’t matter what kind of man he is) he wants her, he wants her body, he wants her to want his.
i would break my bones to offer up the night in a drunken salvo for each desperate breath by the neck of every tear. i knew it was a prayer when i heard you speak.
i claim you as my own, hands that match parting our teeth the same, an awkward haste to attach your mind to mine. forward, i move into you.
my house to wake your bones.
my dream to mend your fear.
and tender comes to mind, the blur song that always speaks so quietly of things and holds all the desperation carefully locked in and lets it seep slowly out over the course of the song.
how good a world how good a world.
if a man loves a woman (it doesn’t matter what kind of man he is) he wants her, he wants her body, he wants her to want his.
i would break my bones to offer up the night in a drunken salvo for each desperate breath by the neck of every tear. i knew it was a prayer when i heard you speak.
i claim you as my own, hands that match parting our teeth the same, an awkward haste to attach your mind to mine. forward, i move into you.
my house to wake your bones.
my dream to mend your fear.
