silhouette
only your outer line
shape of my indecision
as of yet
details are undefined
true to your definition
i doubted
separated by some eclipse
found the right words
but they only died on my lips
they always die on my lips
silhouette
you must be something real
remember the time it’s taken thought i’d forget
come on now, it’s no big deal
you’d think so, but you’re mistaken
i’m tired
and everything disconnects
but i can’t wait
to find out what will happen next
tell me what happens next i always miss, inanely
what others see so plainly
it takes a time or two for me
with every color graying and every word you’re saying
losing all trace of clarity
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