If it weren't too much to tell you,
I'd never ever stop
You have this way about you,
where life with you has a nonexistent clock
No ticking & turning or counting the seconds
where our eyes meet & lock together, ever so pleasant
You have this way about you,
everything feels so light, effortless
but forever leaving me longing,
for always, just one more kiss
If it weren't too much to tell you,
I'd share it with the world.
I'd tell them how you're tenderness sweeps me off my feet,
and how your robust and tenacious manners still manage to be sweet.
I'd tell them you're a warrior
keeping me safe and secure
but also like a candle, your gentle allure
calming and warm, filling the room with your passion
awarding light to keep the fire in my heart, everlastin'
If it weren't too much to tell you,
I'd say it a million times
without caution
When my lips are pressed against yours,
I am weightless, a feather
you are forever the only option.
<3
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
The grass is greener where you water it,
but baby, I'm laying in the dirt
there's enough room for both of us
and we can share our hurt
there's a mountain we can climb together,
we can collect our fears and stay forever
at the very top, we'll count the stars
and better yet our blessings
we can sway with the clouds and create our own imperfect ending
to each their own
and kindness for all
the world is ours,
and I won't let you fall
the grass is greener where you water it, baby
I'll grow my flowers in your heart
and we can share our love, maybe
<3
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
I grabbed a rose by its stem, and it felt good - exhilarating
its beauty stuck me in the most loving way...
like the gasp of air the last second before you dive headfirst
into deep dark waters of
you don't know what you're getting yourself into
"I told you so"
but I didn't hear you
still busy trying to get the water out of my ears
scorching hot and not ready to be released
sometimes hope can be deceiving
misleading
or whatever you want to call it,
you said get over it
put a band-aid on it
but when you pierced me with your wretched and poisonous thorns
I liked them better there
then having to remove them, like broken teeth
roots had grown deep and peacefully in my skin
if I ever felt like they weren't meant to be there
I'd need an entirely new set of hands
or a whole new body,
to erase even just the
thought of you
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC