Life Support

I see you,

Lukewarm in color

I hear your voice,

It sounds like a mismatch of the original

I see your eyes,

They hold a scroll of secrets your tongue is afraid to unveil

I know your dreams travel faster than your feet does

And you carry the smell of history already

In the days when the earth refuses to carry the weight of your feet

And you’re 6ft away from gone too soon

Don’t give up so soon

Cos I’ll be here,

When you cry yourself to stupor

And your tears begin to taste like alcohol

I’ll be here, I’ve been there

I’ll be your life support