My fluttering heart gives me away
in the awkward silence that followed
the electricty of a forbidden touch.
Look into my eyes and tell me
that you love her enough
to cash in your best years
to change diapers and work too many hours
for overpriced formula at your local grocer.
You truly are an extrovert turned introvert,
giving up on your dreams to change lives
with your soul induced chords
intrically written with stories of your past.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 3:28 PM UTC
Tongues bathed in whiskey
dancing together,
like a deaf couple at a disco.
Each moving to their own beat,
but connected with passion.
Drinks will turn down the crisp sheets tonight.
Tired legs will slide between the layers of cotton ice,
and intertwine at skinned knees
Fingers will interlace each other and explore.
Tracing soft skin,
making nerves stand out at attention.
Anticipating. Wanting. Needing.
Heartbeats racing, breathing labored.
Inhibitions waiting to fly freely out the cracked window.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
Sun-dried grass biting our ankles as we walk side-by-side down the hill.
All I want to do is reach out and hold your hand, rough with too much labor.
But let's just keep to ourselves like always.
Conversation fades in and out like your favorite radio station when driving through the mountains.
Let's try a different channel and let our eyes tell what our lips can't.
You're chocolate eyes and my baby blues, would shake any artist.
Let's write the rest of the story together,
Break the mold of college and dead-end jobs.
Nine-to-Fives were never your style anyway.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC
Perfectly messed up hair
flowing in the wind of shorts that are too short
and flowered shoulder bags
overpriced at your favorite hippie store.
You don't see what I see.
You see tattoos,
your grandfather's old fedora,
and a killer smile
I see a heart that is too big,
Eyes made from an angel's soul,
and a laugh that makes the world keep spinning.
I could write this a thousand times
and each time, it becomes more cliche.
I should stop now while I still have last night's
whiskey making friends with my innermost thoughts.
"The hardest thing you will ever go through is your own life"
I won't forget that
but I don't believe that.
The hardest thing to go through
is watching another life go on...
without you in it.
You aren't the Aladdin to Jasmine
or even Prince Eric to Ariel.
You are that song that comes on the radio
that gives you that invincible feeling.
The rain on a day where you just want to stay in
and dream away.
Read to me one more time, please
"If my childhood could love you"
I like the way your voice sounds when you're not sure
if the audience is listening to you.
I like the way your voice sounds when
you are overflowing with devotion.
I like the way we are now.
Distant friends, catching up at the right moments.
Inspiring each other to create the next masterpiece.
We will go our different ways eventually.
You will dazzle the world's population with your words,
and I will fade into a distant memory.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC