Maybe the next time
our eyes meet
like joining hands
you can come on in
and not disappear
like all my other
Maybe the next time
you lay the bait
I will take it and
let you take me away,
make the night
feel like a dream.
HAPPY AT HER, BEING BROUGHT TO HEART
THINGS WERE KILLED
THINGS WERE INGESTED
SHE WAS CELEBRATED
PRAYED FOR BY FRIENDS AND ENEMIES
SHE HAD EVERYTHING
IT WAS ALL AT HER DISPOSAL
SHE WAS LAZY
HER BEAUTY WAS RARE
ALSO A MANIAC AT DOING THINGS
IT GOT WRONG
WHEN HER PARENTS DIED
BROUGHT UP BY A PROSTITUTE GUARDIAN
ALL HAPPENED SIMULTANEOUSLY
IT GOT WORSE
HER INNER CONSCIENCE HAD BEEN BURIED
SHE WAS THE DEVIL HERSELF
A GREEN SNAKE IN GREEN GRASS WAS SHE
NEVER FAR FROM EVIL
EVIL NEVER FAR FROM HER
PRAYER BY ENEMIES THEN STICKED
IT FOLLOWED HER AS HER SHADOW
NEVER LEFT HER FOR A MOMENT
UNTIL HER ULTIMATE RUIN.
some things are not meant to be returned
be it a library’s borrowed book
or hands that cannot hold ours and leave us cold
because we need those things
as reminders of the people
who once borrowed or took what belongs to us
and in our story
i know why i remember you so well:
it is my warmth which you borrowed
and my heart that you took
and i thought of you who has neither returned my heart nor given yours in exchange, wjh
I'd love you like I love,
And a warm breeze,
I'd love you the same way I love rusty old swings,
I'd love you like grass,
And love you like holding hands,
While we walk on the beach,
I'd love you like,
Under soft blankets,
With the tv casting shadows on your face,
While you laugh,
Oh God I would love to make you laugh,
I'd love you like thrift shops,
And old photographs,
I'd love you like summer nights,
On the roof,
Or in bed watching movies,
I'd love you like I always would,
I'd love you like all these things,
Like warm coffee on cold fingers,
Or sunsets by the lake,
I'd love you day,
Like the ice skating rink,
I'd love you like, the song,
By the brinks.
And I know I am young,
And you're miles away,
But there's a feeling here,
That's making me stay.
And I'd love you like this,
And i promise I would
Please let me darling,
I promise I could.
I hunger for your hands
Substituting what happens between them in living memory.
The intimacy of being that close.
It's natural that they'd become curious. Roaming about until they themselves feel comfortable.
That feeling in the center of your chest that makes you feel that you can do anything.
In A place of this size.
I long to be lost in the grasp of somewhere comfortable.
To wake up and see you exposed in a calm hush
Falling back asleep in complete comfort
Wrapped in your benevolent embrace
Nothing to conquer
Nothing to face
Forever surrounded by your love
My tiny hand
Clasped around your finger.
Over the years
My tiny hand
Soon matched the size of yours
The one now traced with the effects of time
Outlined by every wrinkle.
With every fall
And every tear
Your hand was the first to comfort
A direct pathway
Connected to your heart
Pumping the blood
That gave me life.
Some years tougher than others
Misunderstandings because I was too young
Too wrapped up in myself
Too concerned about unimportant things -
That same hand
Never failing to comfort
There were moments
I never failed to push it away.
Moments moving fast
Time ticking on
Growth continuing into adulthood
I now long to reach for your hand
As it releases me into my own life
The freedom I dreamed of for years
Is now the root of my flowing tears
You can tell a ton about someone
By something as little as their hands
(Or as large, or calloused, or warm, or cold)
But a hand holds more than its fingers do:
A nervous nail or a trembling tap
What they mean, I haven't a clue
But they show me things
Wrapped 'round your rings
That I'll never know about you.