I wish sometimes that I could read your mind,
pull out your thoughts and spread them on my floor,
a huge puzzle with pieces of all the same color,
make your lips speak what you're avoiding,
dig up the clay feelings you harbor,
sort them into categories.
Just to know where I stand with you.
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
Tiny feet march to a little heart,
for the small girl in his arms.
She breathes in to find him in her senses,
consuming her heart with corky words.
Oftentimes in her mind,
locked away and the key swallowed,
he's there
always with forever,
loving her.
Aug 10, 2010
Aug 10, 2010 at 12:27 AM UTC
She sits there everynight,
different chair,
same screen.
All she does is wait for one word,
a simple phrase,
just to remind her that she's in his thoughts,
something so she'll know.
Thoughts flit across the keyboard,
while insecurity takes away her freedom.
"Girl, you're super cute...
...of course I still care."
Aug 7, 2010
Aug 7, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC