You tell me you will never love again. And that life is pointless and bleak. But i can tell, that you are full, of all the love you seek. But no one has been able, to replicate your passion. So I'll woo you with chivalry, keeping things old fashioned. For the idea of real flattery, is just about all lost. A compliment became a comment. A letter became a post. It's seems like we've forgot, what really matters most. But you still happen to be my muse. For when I'm ecstatic or singin' the blues. You're what I want, and what I choose. And through all your scars, i see a light. And it's what brings me into sight. Of all the brightness you emit, and frightening things, one can't forget. I love you like a dying star, we see you shimmer from afar. So it took years, for your light to hit my eyes. For through your music, your love never dies.
we move in easy rhythm hands on waists, movements timed and precise singing in perfect melody as we speak in perfect song the two of us together all along our dance is lovely content and hardly irked one is not without the other, the writer and her work
I speak your name into the night my hands crawl across your sheets and your body isn't there I wait the chill in the air puckers my skin you've got a steaming cup in your hand, as you come softly padding in the nights blue light and your warm honeyed eyes "Come back to bed," I say "My feet are cold." "I'll be your heater. Am I hot enough for you to hold?" you climb in and thump my head
We waited there Till the rays of light Shined on our forms Tea forgotten Sleeping like two children In a storm Clutched to one another tight