Sometimes the silly things, the little things, get my attention,
get my wonder, no it is not, the big things that, only build tension,
it may be a break in the weather, which has not happened yet.
Sometimes the random things, natural things, that let me rest,
that do not matter, no it is not, the hard things of life that only test,
it may be a black squirrel, taunting another, "go ahead jump, make it!"
Sometimes the things people do, or what they share carefully,
show that love, no not just for me but for all, who only dare vulnerability,
it may be honest expression or an emotional trigger or time spent.
It is you I want
to spend time with, no clock hands,
Only you, only.
Twogether.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
Sometimes the silly things, the little things, get my attention,
get my wonder, no it is not, the big things that, only build tension,
it may be a break in the weather, which has not happened yet.
Sometimes the random things, natural things, that let me rest,
that do not matter, no it is not, the hard things of life that only test,
it may be a black squirrel, taunting another, "go ahead jump, make it!"
Sometimes the things people do, or what they share carefully,
show that love, no not just for me but for all, who only dare vulnerability,
it may be honest expression or an emotional trigger or time spent.
It is you I want
to spend time with, no clock hands,
Only you, only.
Twogether.
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