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Something about you burns me whenever I look at you.
Like alcohol over an old wound, I feel that faded flame again.

What is it worth for you to stop?
To calm those brown winged moths fluttering in your eyes,
To silence that glare of cold Iroko.

What do you see when you look through me?
Skin and bones, or flesh, or blood?
Or do you see a soul like yours?

Do my eyes make you wither?
Do my words make you wilt?

Is my voice carried on the waves of an elusive song,
Tone so perfect, the harmonies of singing angels don’t compare-
Do you like listening to me?

Does my voice spill out my thoughts like water,
Or does it cause a landslide of rocks and-
jagged unfiltered ideas to get caught up in your mind?

What do you think when you hear me?

Do I catch you off guard, do I open your eyes a little more,
So you can stare at me with those eyes so warm in the sun,
So cold in the moonlight.

DO you think of me?

Do you think of me like how I think of you as a long lost melody only I know,
Or do I translate to the sound of a piano being burned in your head,
Do I get under your skin with the thought of me?

What do you think of me?

Do you relate me to the vision of me you see in your head,
Or is it when you look through me-
You don't see anything.

I'm absent to you.
Even though you’re the sky to me.
Feels like playing hide and seek, but you’re the sun and I'm the earth.

And when I look up, the clouds you hide behind are too thick to feel your warmth

And no matter how far I reach, how far I stretch myself-
You fall through my hands

Like the ghost you see when you look at me.
Haunting you endlessly, like the cold winds outside your wooden door,

I just want to get in.

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© Rynne