I want to kiss you in every mood,
and for you to kiss me back.

when I'm at my tether end,
your lips will help me defend,
against any battles I may have to face,
You will be in my desired place.

A whisper between two lips,
to give you the flutter when mouths interlock,
hands resting gently on one another's hips.

as I'll watch you all the while,
my eyes falling on your mouth,
and the corners which hold back smile.

I'm trying to forget all the memories that we had,
trying to disregard the times you made me bad,
all the occasions where you made me feel quite sad,
and every single time you made me feel a little glad.

I'm trying to forget,
because it seems you are less fond,
and we no longer have our automatic bond.

I yearn for the times when everything was good,
maybe I am wrong and everything,
misunderstood

Look at me, I'm womanly.
My hips are the same size as my bust.
look at me, I'm womanly,
60 years ago my body is one young men would lust.
look at me I'm womanly,
I get creases around my eyes.
look at me, I'm womanly,
my thighs aren't the desired size.
look at me, I'm womanly,
and I shall never be stick thin.
but to me that doesn't matter,
because the most beautiful things come from within.

I'm going to the city tomorrow,
where I will wander,
and dream,
and long for things to come,
eat bread I wouldn't otherwise eat,
feel the warmth of the glow on my face,
strolling carelessly,
a child once more at Disney,
nervous again as I add unfamiliar currency,
lost, but the nice kind,
talking to people in all the right ways,
falling more in love,
and hoping more than I ever have.

emotions are as if a current,
far out to shore,
sometimes they can't be seen,
by the eye alone,
or the best telescope on earth,
but sadness is lurking,
in the reefs of the ocean,
and suddenly,
the moon sweeps them in,
from safety to drenched in no time at all,
bone dry to stood shaking,
moments it can take to change,
from content,
to lost.

eyes help me to see,
qualities no body else could,
whether they're sparkling as the stars,
or like yours, the colour of falton wood.

they're a small port hole,
into the depths,
and yours my darling,
leave me without breaths.

they're more than just a feature,
a distinct part of your soul.
the colour of them perfect,
sure to never grow old.

Sometimes I like the feeling of insignificance,
the bliss that comes from innocence.

The solitary in naivety,
the absence of prosperity.

long polysyllable words,
that describe emotions other people I know have never heard.

Tongue gently flicking the roof of your mouth,
as each of them is pronounced.