Unfortunately, I suffer
From a perpetual desire to lean
Towards you when you're most unaware
And silence your lips with my own.
I'm afraid I selfishly cover you in kisses,
In an action of petty mortality.
As a fool with a view of the stage.
And yet what's worse, I fear you are
Entirely to blame.
You see had you not been so perfectly flawed
I could have resisted.
And lived a life so blissfully mundane,
That I might remember
Not to drink on Sundays
Not to laugh too loud
Or stare too delightedly.
But the world is not kind in that way.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Unfortunately, I suffer
From a perpetual desire to lean
Towards you when you're most unaware
And silence your lips with my own.
I'm afraid I selfishly cover you in kisses,
In an action of petty mortality.
As a fool with a view of the stage.
And yet what's worse, I fear you are
Entirely to blame.
You see had you not been so perfectly flawed
I could have resisted.
And lived a life so blissfully mundane,
That I might remember
Not to drink on Sundays
Not to laugh too loud
Or stare too delightedly.
But the world is not kind in that way.
