You make me feel like
my hands are not for
writing, typing, doing,
only for
holding, caressing, feeling.
And my arms are not for
opening, moving, driving
only for
hugging, holding, embracing.
And my legs are not for
walking, running, kicking
only for
being tangled up in yours.
And my lips are not for
eating, speaking, breathing
only for
kissing, kissing, kissing.
And my brain is not for
thinking, worrying, planning
only for
knowing that you are all I need.
And my heart is not for pumping blood
my heart is not for keeping me alive
my heart is only in my chest so that I can be in love with you
and you can be in love with me.
And the world
the universe
does not exist so that we can all play these little games with
money, land, power,
only so that we can
love, love, love
love, love, love.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
You make me feel like
my hands are not for
writing, typing, doing,
only for
holding, caressing, feeling.
And my arms are not for
opening, moving, driving
only for
hugging, holding, embracing.
And my legs are not for
walking, running, kicking
only for
being tangled up in yours.
And my lips are not for
eating, speaking, breathing
only for
kissing, kissing, kissing.
And my brain is not for
thinking, worrying, planning
only for
knowing that you are all I need.
And my heart is not for pumping blood
my heart is not for keeping me alive
my heart is only in my chest so that I can be in love with you
and you can be in love with me.
And the world
the universe
does not exist so that we can all play these little games with
money, land, power,
only so that we can
love, love, love
love, love, love.
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