Monday, February 7, 2011

The molecular structure of loneliness.















Like infinite halves
between two wholes
we meet at the folds
and it never gets old

Our bodies uncannily
reflecting such symmetry
we fake like we’re dancers
forming cyclical patterns

Orbiting

orbiting

I know how to make you
(You don’t know me)

I know I can fix you
(You don’t know me at all)

I know how to break you
(You can't have me)

Promise me you’ll never leave
(You can’t have me at all)

The sun is a mass of
fiery gasses
and we are just atoms
stacked upon atoms

The world is a cloud
An indigo shroud
and we are just atoms
stacked upon atoms

Like infinite halves
between two wholes
we meet at the folds
and it never gets old

It never gets old