laxviexboheme

You spoke of being tangled up, In the spindly arms of the trees That held our hands above our heads. Teetering at the edge of learning To take these things on our own, With a grain of salt. I am walking like a newborn baby On the sands along this ocean. If actions speak louder than words, Then you are whispering against my Raspy, frantic shouting. I can't talk without my hands, and you Can't look at me. Your arms, in pairs, are around me When I'm tired and weary. And all I want to do is push you, Because I don't have words for this. We are all born lonely.