My only fear
Is that I will spend every night
Sobbing in your arms
To make up for all the times
Left me to fend for myself.
"but you're so beautiful"
we kissed in the alley off burrard
"shut the **** up"
by the bush where i hid my *****
it was raining when you told me
"i love you"
All these nights of "fun."
I'd gladly trade them in for quiet ones spent with you.
We could cancel all our plans with friends
to stay in bed reading-
Just us two.
Fun is relative
They say that actions
Speak louder than words
Let me hold you close
And instead of whispering into your ear
I'll lean over
And plant my words
Directly onto your lips
i fall asleep in the a.m. hours with my necklace holding my veins together, tight enough to remind me of your fingers interlocking in the very same place.
sunday 23rd november '14 ~ i'm trying not to get too attached
Like in a ballet of Bolshoi
She dances round and round
Lost in a galaxy of glittering stars
Like a shaman by a feverish fire
She goes round and round
The sun for her warmth and glow
Like a smitten little puppy
The moon goes round and round
Her for love and in utter devotion
But in the midst of it all
Like a whirling dervish
She spins round and round
In a dance of venerating trance
To the Grand Choreographer;
Never seen, but always conducting
In response to Born's challenge... but not exactly :) I'm afraid I can only go where my inspiration takes me.