We were just friends
We made out
We were having ***
We were making love
I was his friends with benefits
But he was my lover
The sky is
A graveyard of stars
And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful
Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star
And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night
And our lingering hearts
And tell you all about a tragedy
to convince myself
that the words that flowed
like the sound of a perfect melody
from your lips,
were the words
of an honest man.
There was a silence.
Oh, if he would only be hers entirely;
not by poor surreptitious evasion but in fulness and in fact.
He had understood her pause.
"I'm good." she said with apparent carelessness.
She found it difficult to keep her voice just on the casual note she wanted.
he thought to himself: she's different from me, she's romantic.
"You just don't trust yourself with me around." he said.
"It seems a bit funny, we both always knew, but honest I hadn't realized you were beautiful."
"You're a great kidder."
Oh God, she asked herself, have I handled this right?
leaning on the door jam his body in perfect chiaroscuro
and an omniscient grin
And the rest is history.
By your presence I am bound.
it must be a great satisfaction to always know,
I am faithfully yours.
I, held open to you, as a book you could read when convenient
light skimming and waiting room sitting.
but I, being never your favorite novel,
was stuck back on the shelf full of "I'll finish it later"'s,
whilst I've written chapter upon chapter on you.
Well chapters are meant to end and books are meant to be read
I'll read my own book then
The singing of their tunes
had the very accent of a peculiarly subtle and forbidden zest.
Women did a great deal of desirable ways to kick up dust.
Members of mischief,
In the business,
Just for mischief.
Enjoying a cigarette,
Tell her I’m thought to be a
She used to smile to herself to think how much worse than that she really was.
3/4 of a paragraph and I could cry
knowing you didn't have to but still chose to write
that's enough to get me thinking all night
oh how I miss you in every way and right
my non-writer army man wrote me a little letter :)