This Will End One of Two Ways

The weight of the world is on my lips
Pressing, burning, aching to open and say
That you are a watch
And that I'm measured in you
Stop or go
Fast or slow
Just a glance makes eternity wait
As my mind traces the curves of your face
Reality drifts away
Lost in the waves of denim jeans
Wandering the desert of porcelain skin
Hidden in a jungle of black locks
There is no trail left behind for my return
I've accepted that you will swallow me whole
Either leaving me as wreckage
Or meshing me into your soul

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