There’s a world behind my eyes,
You won’t believe me, it’s true.
I’d go but I struggle to fit,
There’s only room there for you.
I need a doctor to come,
And cut the optical nerve.
So I’ll ignore the world outside,
And just sit back and observe.
The world behind my eyes,
No need for shelter from cold.
There is a house with a garden,
Where we can live and grow old,
Live like a pair of lost souls,
Who don’t want to be found.
And this world isn’t quiet,
No it’s filled with the sound.
Of your laugh so sweet,
It makes a deaf man grin.
Of rivers of words,
Rolling down your chin.
I put my hands to my head,
To hold this place I can’t go to.
Resting my head in my hands:
The only way I can hold you.
I open my eyes,
Back to this crushing existence.
The only gift I can give you,
Is a thousand miles of distance.
Never knowing what to do,
What should happen next.
Why do I only feel warmth,
When I read your text?
You must be magic,
For nobody else can resurrect.
You must be a goddess,
For nobody else can cure death.
If my heart never stopped,
Why do I feel it just starting?
When you raise your hand,
I feel the seas of doubt parting.
God would put us on the Ark,
For we are two of a kind.
King and Queen of a kingdom,
That nobody will ever find.
With these words you are coronated,
From your knees you shall rise.
With my love you are inundated,
Queen of the world behind my eyes.
- Author: Joshua Harrison ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2018 03:17
- Category: Love
- Views: 87
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