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Staring at the sun
I’ve been going blind, out of my mind
staring at the sun, looking for the essence
of yesterday
Where are you now that I need you?
tinted through these black-out glasses
that blur the lines of light we snorted
back when the heat didn’t melt our insides
I’m in love with a lie
the equilibrium of a rainbow bubble
blown through a tennis racket
leaving me soapy and sodden
in the cloudy blown wind
It’s been raining down upon me
it’s been raining down upon you
we’re been waiting for the snow
and snowmen with teeth
you’d eat me if I didn’t taste so dark
and I’d let you if you weren’t so milky
mixed with broccoli
The things I want, I don’t need
and the things I need, I don’t want
seven hours in and I felt like a kite string
seeking out the moon
while you were on your way to the sun
unkissed by the starry night
The daylight’s coming
the sunlight’s come
I’ve been going blind, out of my mind
staring at the sun, looking for the essence
of yesterday
I taste like her mouth, and you taste like silence
and I don’t want to breathe tomorrow’s ash tray breath
without you beside me
to take a bite out of my iced darkness
blinded by the sun
© Indie Adams 2013
staring at the sun, looking for the essence
of yesterday
Where are you now that I need you?
tinted through these black-out glasses
that blur the lines of light we snorted
back when the heat didn’t melt our insides
I’m in love with a lie
the equilibrium of a rainbow bubble
blown through a tennis racket
leaving me soapy and sodden
in the cloudy blown wind
It’s been raining down upon me
it’s been raining down upon you
we’re been waiting for the snow
and snowmen with teeth
you’d eat me if I didn’t taste so dark
and I’d let you if you weren’t so milky
mixed with broccoli
The things I want, I don’t need
and the things I need, I don’t want
seven hours in and I felt like a kite string
seeking out the moon
while you were on your way to the sun
unkissed by the starry night
The daylight’s coming
the sunlight’s come
I’ve been going blind, out of my mind
staring at the sun, looking for the essence
of yesterday
I taste like her mouth, and you taste like silence
and I don’t want to breathe tomorrow’s ash tray breath
without you beside me
to take a bite out of my iced darkness
blinded by the sun
© Indie Adams 2013
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