I always thought it was lovely,
the way you climb out of sleep
You unfold your back up out of the
sheets before you blink your eyes
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you unbutton my flannel
You start at the bottom
& save the best for last
Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight
You have cider leaking from your pores
but still I'm melting into every
half-hearted word
You came here with me on a limb
You said I didn't have to travel alone
But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been,
looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up
and down from the passanger's side
Knowing that you're not looking at mine
I drag you to shore
everytime you start to drown
I love you
even when you're hard to like
I have pain drenched pillow cases
from every night you said
"hey I'm stayin in tonight"
& I have half-empty pill bottles
from every month you spent
falling away from me
This is not as lovely,
as it looks to us
This is agony,
all dressed up
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you climb out of sleep
You unfold your back up out of the
sheets before you blink your eyes
I always thought it was lovely,
the way you unbutton my flannel
You start at the bottom
& save the best for last
Well, I guess I'm driving home tonight
You have cider leaking from your pores
but still I'm melting into every
half-hearted word
You came here with me on a limb
You said I didn't have to travel alone
But now I feel lonelier than I've ever been,
looking at your lazy eyelashes falling up
and down from the passanger's side
Knowing that you're not looking at mine
I drag you to shore
everytime you start to drown
I love you
even when you're hard to like
I have pain drenched pillow cases
from every night you said
"hey I'm stayin in tonight"
& I have half-empty pill bottles
from every month you spent
falling away from me
This is not as lovely,
as it looks to us
This is agony,
all dressed up
Request permission to use this poem