Your fingers slip through our crushing bind
The tiles are wet,
And the window is frosted
We crawl in directions and yours is different
Words ring through our ears,
Mine are screaming while your head is bowed
Our bond binded through our misery
And it sounds like an instrumental underwater
Think of me once in a while
Even when those marks are guarded
Take care of our hearts that we painted
Mine is left with yours,
Dust is all that remains of it
©keirabeech
K