She said she loved the sky when it looked like falling stars. It was the only light I've ever felt that was close enough to ours. And her breath held in the air, ever so thin.
Her dark eyes locked into mine, to speak was a sin.
Behind my eyes are waves of automatic blue. The color that I turned when staring back at you.
The broken bones of a spineless being, I’d lost all worth. They say time comes with healing, from death till birth.
But now the speck in my iris will seem less significant.
Your eyes contain such beauty, but the breath that they take will be forever lessened.
The breath they take. Or is it the breath that they took? My body's worn down, my eyes are closed now. Frayed edges, torn page in a book.
Behind my eyes are waves of automatic blue. The color that I turned when staring back at you.
The broken bones of a spineless being, I’d lost all worth. They say time comes with healing, from death till birth.
I lay awake every single night, but something about the silence feels right.
It gives me time to think and set my mind free.
But the truth is, how alone can I be?
Cause when I see a father with his son. Or a man with his wife.
Or two friends sitting together having the time of their life, I realize.
Something isn't true about the words that you told me.
I like being alone.
I just hate feeling lonely.
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
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