Cloudless

i'm just threads on the tile
remnants of them, their dreams grasping onto your features i see in me the features i've chosen to be
it's clear, it's gray
winds distort the shape
once laced together in my head
but the void is still saved for you
even if our eyes never quite meet again your words don't have spines
i can't beam the way you want me to
it's clear, it's gray
winds distort the shape
once laced together in my head
i'm here
closed shades
dream of your cloudless face keep your blue sky in my head