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A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
We lay back together in the grass
spotting pictures in the clouds
sharing hopes and dreams
and things seldom said out loud

We talk of how things used to be
'tween the present and the past
and slowly build a deeper bond
that for the rest of time will last

Our words come very easily
nothings forced, no awkward pause
and we talk about most everything
from god to santa claus

As the clouds depart the clearing sky
and we turn onto our sides
we look into each others eyes
and the truth we cannot hide

We came to this place not strangers
but as friends who'd never met
not knowing what this day would be
one to remember, one to forget?

I lay back once more and close my eyes
and start to reminisce
but my story's interrupted
by the softness of your kiss

My eyes begin to open
did you just... I'm not too sure
and I see it deep within your eyes
you kiss me just once more

And it turns out that this moment
is something we both dreamt about
both unknowing and uncertain
of how things might just turn out

So here we are in silence now
free from fears constricting ties
saying all thats left to say
with what lives behind our eyes.
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
Undeniable
irresponsibility
Congratulations
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
The spot where he has fallen,
will soon be reclaimed land,
while policy decisions,
carve up this ever shifting sand.

And so it always has been,
current friends we met in war,
as the ebb and flow of policy,
made us enemies before.

So is there anything worth dying for?
If a truce is all it takes,
to end this ****** conflict,
sign one now for all our sakes!

For him that peace has come too late,
for he died there with The Corp.
He's one of the few amongst us,
that has seen the end of war.
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
to kiss your neck with these here lips
just once
to place my hands upon your hips
just once

to draw your body close to mine
our legs and spirits intertwine
to take you and make love to you
just once

to wake one morning on your arms
just once
to be sedu-ced by your charms
just once

To lie and watch you get undressed
to feel your hands upon my chest
to see into your very soul
as our two halves become a whole
just once

throwing caution to wind
just once
sinning like we've never sinned
just once

A passionate intensity
that gets the best of you and me
and lets us be all we can be
just once
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
They that life is just too short,
and I'm inclined to agree.
So why are we still waiting,
for you to come and live with me.

I know that you mean more to me,
than anything alive.
And each day I wake up waiting,
for my lover to arrive.

So what is it that holds you back?
Are there doubts you cannot share?
Is there something I don't know about,
that keeps you living there?

Are you unsure of your feelings?
Or the ones inside of me?
If so I could always whisper them,
from down upon one knee.

I want so much to be with you,
from now til I leave this life,
that I find myself in dreams,
wishing you would be my wife.

Whatever doubts you hold inside,
please listen to your heart,
and let us start our life together,
no more nights spent apart.
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
If I may ask you honestly,
could you answer to me true?
Could you tell me without doubt,
just what I am to you?

Am I just another friend,
nothing less and nothing more?
Or am I someone you could see,
knocking at your door?

Would we meet for coffee and a chat,
then go our separate ways,
or would we picnic in the park,
and dream away our days?

Do think of me when I'm not there,
the way I think of you?
Or do I never cross your mind,
you've got better things to do.

I wish that I knew all these things,
and then knew what to do.
Right now I'm caught within the web,
of dreams that lead to you..

So just tell me should I struggle,
break free and then move on,
or will you come to rescue me,
now you know where I'm coming from?
A Thomas Hawkins Jun 2010
I cannot make you love me
though there's nothing I want more
And I'm scared my hearts gonna end up
lying bleeding on the floor

You see there's much I have to say
so much I want for you to know
but to lay my very soul out...
is that somewhere I want to go?

And perhaps that fear of exposure
should be sign enough itself
that we're not on the same page
or even sharing the same shelf

So tell me now, what should I do
should I speak up or hold my tongue
is it better to have lost in love
than never been undone
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