Waiting Over the Shoulder of Above

Waiting over the shoulder of above

Waiting Over the Shoulder of Above

If a bird could turn his head in flight
His gaze would linger upon your soul
Conflict in flight along side and beautify
Of the adventure you pace for me
Though, disguised laughter shows some interest
The silence is the usual, despite no longer viewing
If your hair could paint the works I've made
In remembrance of your wanders half clothed
Now, the head of plight , no longer seen, becomes a cloud
As if it were one, to watch over me
In same sky that we wait for darkness and stars
Along the witnessing of idiots pretending
To be nothing that they are in front of eyes
That are of the wise child in her father's place
I think of you, for she is in my heart
Despite the same that bombarded her mother
Of just a male friend having fun with life
That bird, to look backward from behind
At what is coming and never what is gone
As I wonder if you are the right one or one more lesson
For on my way, always on my way and too long
Since I've been held accept for one night in
Those three years since, I've held at least you
Once for three times while a war came
Inside you of whether to be upon me
Or a rough painting hinting of an image I once
Saw of you with your hair down aware
I was watching you cool down there
Then gone on fabric such memories
And I flirted with you in a text
That you never answer any questions accept
The lughter reflecting your blush and
Request for just one more word

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