Sway

 
 
 
 
wanted to be  
 
outside  
 
so i could watch  
 
your eyes catch the sunlight;  
 
 
 
 
enveloped,  
 
your form fluid and malleable  
 
(a ray of light in motion)  
 
 
 
 
 
 
at night  
 
your cigarette-lit-face  
 
glowed,  
 
sometimes as though with  
 
quiet laughter  
 
from some  
 
inside joke  
 
(even if it'd been at my expense,  
please let me in)  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I wasn't even sure  
 
 
at  
 
 
any given point  
 
 
that you were  
 
 
actually  
 
 
real, but  
 
 
 
(the sky's falling/  
the sky's...)  
 
 
 
 
 
 
i didn't necessarily mind,  
 

 
 
 
so long as you  
 
 
held me.