Fiction

Trace your fingers around my stencil figure

Let your focus linger on words unsaid

After winter, watch the branches thicken

I just overthink it's above my head

What if we could meet to find the space between cloud and sky?

What if I could see through the symmetry of you and I?

I’m glass to your touch

But nothing can alter the gaze of your marble eye

I’m ash and dust

I become skeletal dancing between the lines

Words you've given like perfect fiction

Distort my vision as worlds collide

What if we could meet to find the space between cloud and sky?

What if I could see through the symmetry of you and I?

I’m glass to your touch

But nothing can alter the gaze of your marble eye

I’m ash and dust

I become skeletal dancing between the lines

It just doesn't seem as if she'd be much fun, fun, fun, fun

Go find a mirror, go find a mirror so you can see yourself

Yes, that's what a boy likes, what a boy likes

And he didn't even call me

I’m glass to your touch

But nothing can alter the gaze of your marble eye

I’m ash and dust

I become skeletal dancing between the lines

Oh I was so upset