Dots just like constellations
Leading to your lips
I wonder why, in your eyes
You choose me to exist
Phone clutched like contraband
I wait for it to ring
To pass the time, to know your life
For you to tell me anything
It's spoken from your eyes
It's low but drenched in might
It's slow but we have time
Clocks just imagination
Time does not exist
When you and I, lean and slide
Dancing words inside a tryst
Placate my tired temper
Lead me to your walls
Stone by stone, let me know
When I can call you just my own
It's spoken from your eyes
It's low but drenched in might
It's slow but we have time

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