I was young, we were naive
we knew we had the option, but didn't see why anyone would ever leave
it was easier back then to give the benefit of doubt
to all the words rolling off of a forked tongue
it was easy to believe
when we were young. We were naive.

To come back from the sweet South, to the North
  Where I was born, bred, look to die;
Come back to do my day's work in its day,
      Play out my play--
  Amen, amen, say I.

To see no more the country half my own,
  Nor hear the half familiar speech,
Amen, I say; I turn to that bleak North
      Whence I came forth--
  The South lies out of reach.

But when our swallows fly back to the South,
  To the sweet South, to the sweet South,
The tears may come again into my eyes
      On the old wise,
  And the sweet name to my mouth.

Smooth, aquatic harps play.
Falling on eachother with
Sweet sounds of
Lush Harmony
Melody when the
Wind blows
Collaboration.
Brings joy to the soul.
A natural
Artistic song from nature
Falling H2O

It's our first walk home tonight.
Our feet in rhythm as we move,
Kissed by the waves at the shore.
Our arms swing,
My fingers flutter as they silently brush past yours,
Impregnating me with butterflies and colours.


It's our first walk home, love.
I'm painted in your hues
While the setting sun silhouettes us and the sea in shades of love and fire.
Our feet are still in rhythm,
Lips are shining with subtle smiles,
Trying to hide the blushes.
Our fingers entangle with each other
To fit your hands in mine.

It's our first walk home tonight.
Would you like some tea while I whisper sweet nothings to you?
Will you sing Coldplay to me
While we bask in the moonlight and  winter dew?
Will you snuggle with me and have 4 AM conversations over rounds of coffee and tea,
While I slip into your cherished blue shirt and walk around the house with bare legs and feet?
Will you wake me up as I want to be;
With your kisses tattooed on my neck
And fingers imprinted on my lips and knee?

Will you refill me with innocent tales from your school and city?
Like several tea mugs from the previous night of stars and ecstasy.

Will you paint me again in your rainbow?
Will your hurt my cheeks from blushing again?
Will you dance with me in high and low?
Will you walk with me second time home?

I’m not sure you know what it’s like to love
someone you know is only going to demolish you.
What it’s like to give your body to someone
who doesn’t care what it would look like
turned inside out, the beauty of it
dripping from your bones, the words that haunt
you when the lights go out, the dreams you swore
to catch but just nearly missed.
I’m not sure you know what it’s like to watch
for the expiration date, wait for
that last good day before the question
is asked, the “where is this going?”
the self-promises not to reach out to him
days after you’ve gotten the wrong answer.
I’m not sure you know what it’s like to prepare
bomb shelters out of empty Ben & Jerry’s,
your roommate’s wine, your favorite leggings
and a blank document. I don’t think you know
what it’s like to play tag with each other’s tongues
in your bed while you just wait
for it to be empty again.

I love all the things you do,
all the stupid little hair flips and the smiling
between kisses, how you cradle my face like you just know
you’re going to tear my smile apart one day,
but you don’t get it.

You don’t know what it’s like to be the girl
everyone breaks. To have to watch days
on your calendar pass by while crossing your fingers
that today isn’t the day he grows tired of your jokes,
the day he finds the sparkle has faded, the day
the disinterest starts. You don’t know
what it’s like to hold someone you know isn’t ever
going to be yours.