With Your Devil Hands
b'Told you to meet me on a roof\\n\\nbecause I wanted to see you in the air.\\n\\nI never knew you were sky.\\n\\nTeach me how to be so many colors\\n\\nin twenty-two hours\\n\\nand the last two:\\n\\nhow to enter\\n\\ndreams.\\n\\nGive me your gaze.\\n\\nGo ahead,\\n\\nGive me the bullet.\\n\\nFuck the rope.\\n\\nI miss my home.\\n\\nI miss my shape.\\n\\nAll form,\\n\\nit\\u2019s preposterous.\\n\\nI know we are more.\\n\\nI know I am dead.\\n\\nYou pretend that you\\u2019re sure\\n\\nTrying to kiss my lips\\n\\nWith your heart still in jail.\\n\\nWe\\u2019ve been so close it\\u2019s evil.\\n\\nMeanwhile I am left to feel\\n\\nalone\\n\\nforced to watch you\\n\\nSplitting stars for fun.\\n\\nWith your devil hands.\\n\\n--- \\n\\nSend in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/message\\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support'