but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”.
I see you, with whatever half awake, sleep drifting irises, I see you. Dusted in the shelves of unread books, I see you and I know you, They will never know you but I do, in ways you are afraid.
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
The pavements are hotter in winter, the rain never wets the asphalt and I never tell you to do anything else other than “be”.
I see you, with whatever half awake, sleep drifting irises, I see you. Dusted in the shelves of unread books, I see you and I know you, They will never know you but I do, in ways you are afraid.
