twisting on edges of my tongue
using words you dream of
to touch my back to feel my neck
it feels almost like a second chance
i’m spinning on streets of my mind
wandering to wonder if this is right
i seem to feel at ease
with arms bending in ways i’ve never known
to touch wind, to fill with sin
we seem to like it
there’s no wrong to right or wrong in my mind
it feels as broken as vases against the wall
waves against my mind
the rapids take like alcohol bakes into what i know
your death is what i know
melancholy breaks in hindsight
nostalgia takes to bend clockwise
we dance in thought of what could be
to long for what should have been
relationships fold
bats only fly in the night
two beings under the moonlight
to cry a thousand cries
i die in revelations
to kill or ache with them
your eyes and mine
two and the twilight
we break in moments
relationships have deadlines
we sing in our time
questioning if this is quite benight
we read between the lines
and decide when time is right
yet we felt like this
words by dominic riccitello
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