Flying Mountain

You laid me down against the rock and we laughed. Out of fear or joy of what's to come, and what already has. With intent to tell you that I'm leaving, I shed a silent tear. You've cracked the stone boarders of my soul and I'm desperate to run away from you. Ignorance is bliss and you are blissfully sweet. Straw tubes of honey trickling down my throat, ocean breeze carrying me back to NY, while the constant tide remains to detain me here. Show me you love me without ever saying those empty, deafening words.