Wires in your Pocket.

Thanks for this beauty Tanvi Madkaiker
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You can't run
Your fingers through my hair,
You can't see the tiny tears
We leave upon the bed.

Still I stay like the sun,
Black and gold stained sheets,
Still in the quicksand,
A tragedy entwined,
Like the threads on your sleeve.

We are like
The wires in your pocket,
We are like the ends of my hair,
The more we are together,
The more we wind around each other.
Because we're like
the wires in your pocket,
Like old shoe laces left,
The closer we are together,
The more tangled we get.

Still I stay like the sun,
Black and gold stained sheets,
Still I stay like the sun
Spinning still slowly,
Dusk after dusk,
Dawn after dawn.