Serialize
I wanted to serialize
The sharpest colors of your eyes
Freely, folded neatly
Lost completely
Please come meet me
I wanted to see your eyes
In a series of numbers & lines
Oaken wood planks
Unspoken confessions & omens
Our glasses are broken
I forgot to vocalize my thoughts
Continuing understood
It was as if you could
Hear what I was thinking
But I don't think you were thinking
You only see yourself
I cant see anything
As far as I can yell
Writer/s: Blue Stoplights
