Pieces

Step in a room and our eyes only glance at your worth
Curves may guide us but inside is where we will work
Skimming through sunsets, finding the storms in your cells
It’s easy to reach you when your memories start to yell

Breaking your pieces, calm as a breeze, I can see
Wishing we’d find it, the uneasiness you always feel

Move you with careful fingers and spread all your wounds
Your hair sways when our tongues are circling your monsoon
Battling your conscience, it digs for a fine line and dreams
The bad that it harbors will be just as good as it seems

Breaking your pieces, calm as a breeze, I can see
Wishing they’d find it, the uneasiness you always feel