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Paula Angelica Jun 2015
how nice would it be
to have the words "i love you"
roll off of my tongue

how nice would it be
to know what it feels like
coursing through every vein

how nice would it be
to master such emotions
and still feel surprise
like the next jelly belly
you'll pop in your mouth

how nice would it be
to witness how destructive
it could be

how nice would it be
to have a go at it
with me
Paula Angelica Sep 2015
Got a lot of houses but no home.
Got a lot of where I could sleep in but nowhere I can confide in.
Got a lot of things happening but none I'm with.
Paula Angelica Jul 2015
the future seems too good to be in
for those who like fiction.

the future seems too good to be in
for those who cannot wait.

the future seems too good to be in
for those who dream.

the future seems too good to be in
for those who want to live.

the future seems too good to be in
for those whose present could be the worst.

i would like to raise an argument
for those who say
'don't grow up, it's a trap.'

****
this house was never a home.
Paula Angelica Jun 2015
you fret, sob, and then cry
uncontrollably, you think, but never knew why.
you put your head against min
and there's no way i would, in a million years, complain.

talk and talk and talk
pour out all you've got then wash it out.
for you, i'll never be in a state of apathy.
i am, and forever, here, so come to me.

dear lady,
why are you so afraid?
there is no need for you to hide.
kiss adiue that rather gruesome disguise.

tell me if you're sad,
tell me when you're fine,
tell me all things.
never tell me, "au revoir"

see, girl
please let me say this
but i do not mean to brag
i am so much like what you lay your head on every night.

give me the right to day that i am so much better
because i have the heart and it does not.
i can talk back and hug you right.
i will listen. always listen.

i know that i may be not the one you need.
and this is not so much of a plead,
but maybe yes as well.
i tell you, i can just be the boy.
Paula Angelica Sep 2015
My first cup of coffee won't compare to you.
The second look I knew, I have you to woo.
Third hour, I think I'm turning to goo.
On this fourth thought darling, you have me pinned against you.

No hour shall pass without reverie.
No minute will I belie.
No second to consider.
That I am yours, and presumably, your are mine.

Halcyon moments,
Delphic oneness,
Inchoate fascination,
Wabi-sabi, without fail.

I am most vulnerable when I'm with you.
You must be something 'cause I sing around you.
Keep me imprisoned,
You and me and forever, I envisioned.

The day turns its light; I am yours again.
Can't wait for the moon.
You welcome me,
But bid me, "Bonne nuit."

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