"It is not our abilities that determine who we are, it is our choices." ~Albus Dumbledor

July 26, 2011

The Saltwater Room

I opened my eyes last night, and saw you in the low light. Walking down by the bay on the shore, staring up at the stars that aren't there anymore. I was feeling the night grow old, and you were looking so cold. So like an introvert, I drew my over shirt around my arms and began to shiver violently before you happened to look and see the tunnels all around me running into the dark underground.

All of the subways around create a great sound.

To my emotion fatigue, farewell. With your ear to a seashell you can hear the waves in underwater caves, as if you actually were inside a saltwater room.

Our time together is just never quite enough. When you and I are alone, I've never felt so at home. What will it take to make or break these ends of love? Only time.

Can you believe that the crew has gone and they wouldn't let me sign on? All my islands have sunk in the deep, and I can hardly relax, or even oversleep. But I feel warm with your hand in mine when we walk along the shoreline. I guess I'll never know why sparrows love the snow. We'll turn off all of these lights and set this ballroom aglow.

So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love? All the time.

Our time together is just never quite enough. When you and I are alone I've never felt so at home. What will it take to make or break these ends of love? Only time.

When we're apart, whatever are you thinking of? If this is what I call home, why does it feel so alone?

So tell me darling, do you wish we'd fall in love? All the time.

All the time.



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