I do not open these boxes anymore;
My heart has nothing left to see.
Feel the enclosure of my hand
That is colder than the phrase
"You and me," the pronoun "us"
A far call to the gods.
In this earth, we are forced into words.
The entirety of ourselves - existent, breathing,
Tangible - packaged into letters
That spell nonsense. Most of the time.
"You" pron., resident of the memory;
"Me" pron., a somber amnesiac.
"Us" pron., a regret, or might-have-been;
Something one keeps in boxes.
My heart has nothing left to see.
Feel the enclosure of my hand
That is colder than the phrase
"You and me," the pronoun "us"
A far call to the gods.
In this earth, we are forced into words.
The entirety of ourselves - existent, breathing,
Tangible - packaged into letters
That spell nonsense. Most of the time.
"You" pron., resident of the memory;
"Me" pron., a somber amnesiac.
"Us" pron., a regret, or might-have-been;
Something one keeps in boxes.
those verses.. nice..very, actually..
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