Bubbles
Bubbles
they come out of my ears
cause they were once my thoughts
some are large
some are small
and some come out already faded
Those are the ones my subconscious leaks out
they come out already breaking apart
for I am not ready to remember and figure them out
like a puzzle I thought would be fun to make
but gave up upon when I realized the picture would be ugly
they come out of my mouth sometimes
like those times that you're practicing to say something
and you just push air with your lips
or those times that you thought you had something
and your teeth stay unconnected and hanging
then he walks away
...
Bubbles
As a child I loved bubbles ( still do I mean)
When you try to catch them in your mouth
or you keep hoping one of them won't pop
till they reach the highest part of they sky
I guess because, that's the closest of what a dream would look like
...
I feel trapped in one at times
like I am a goldfish in ritual of choosing
of looking at the submarine or the castle or that rock over there
over and over the same thing everyday
too bad I don't have a five second memory
But a lot of the time I like being in one
like when I'm laying down next to him
I feel like nothing can penetrate this moment or time
Something we both felt and keep together in our minds
This is a place that we could both share
Bubbles
They just come from soapy water
But they look like crystal balls
you could watch your destiny
or pop them and choose your own
Or hopefully if there strong enough
and choose not too break
they could float up to the sky
and your dream will never fade...
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