If I Knew Your Voice
Sometimes were all just fruit about to decompose
and sometimes
we aren’t and
I want nothing more than to spend every Sunday under trees and to speak without saying much because your breath is like a drum and it speaks enough words for the two of us
And I want to be tangled up in you
And I want to understand some words that I can't understand
and then sometimes I just want.
I like to think and write after 11 pm
But I would rather dream and than forget those dreams and make new dreams
And forget those too
i hope you remember yours
and if you say you dream of me
i'll say i dream of you.
and sometimes
we aren’t and
I want nothing more than to spend every Sunday under trees and to speak without saying much because your breath is like a drum and it speaks enough words for the two of us
And I want to be tangled up in you
And I want to understand some words that I can't understand
and then sometimes I just want.
I like to think and write after 11 pm
But I would rather dream and than forget those dreams and make new dreams
And forget those too
i hope you remember yours
and if you say you dream of me
i'll say i dream of you.
♠ ♠ ♠
Wrote this in about 10 minutes long after i should have been in bed so i don't know what to think about it, i think i like it, i think it could be better though so I may edit it at some point when i see what what i want to do with it