*If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me so amazing
and fun?
If I said what I think
to those who have ears
to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still
be the one?
If the song I sing tonight
is not a soothing lullaby
in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;
we can move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate
If I struggled to find words
that washed over your skin
like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
And afraid of dust
that catches in places
On words
I am forming*
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
*If I told you I am afraid of dust
that catches in places
where I am tired
Would you still find me so amazing
and fun?
If I said what I think
to those who have ears
to hear
When I looked into your eyes
Would I still
be the one?
If the song I sing tonight
is not a soothing lullaby
in an upside moon
Will you still love me
and the melody I create?
Because no matter how my song plays;
we can move on
To all those bright clouds
We anticipate
If I struggled to find words
that washed over your skin
like silk
That lingered dreamily in the light
of your morning
Would you still hear the same sweet voice
when I am tired
And afraid of dust
that catches in places
On words
I am forming*
© 2011 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
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