Love, is... terrifying.
It’s like a neurological virus spread by smiles and laughter
It can make you feel light as a cloud
Then send you falling back to earth, knocking all of the precious air you would use to apologize.
For all the mistakes you finally realize you made.
For all the reasons they would never have stayed.
There is no cure.
It is just you and me. And a place beyond the trees.
Somewhere we can go to be just us.
Leave the world behind, let them make a fuss.
Spend our days never phasing, and all our nights stargazing.
We
We may be small, but the love we have to give is infinite.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but your smile is worth a thousand worlds.
So let it come to no surprise that it lights up mine.
Eliminating, the hidden sadness behind “I’m Fine”
When our time comes to an end, it won’t be land I hit.
I will fall into the ocean, while a wave drags me under.
The shadow of our time will sink like a ball and chain
And no matter
Of buts
Of what if’s
Of could have’s
Will make it float back to the surface.
Sometimes letting go, is the only way to arise, and see the beauty of the horizon.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Love, is... terrifying.
It’s like a neurological virus spread by smiles and laughter
It can make you feel light as a cloud
Then send you falling back to earth, knocking all of the precious air you would use to apologize.
For all the mistakes you finally realize you made.
For all the reasons they would never have stayed.
There is no cure.
It is just you and me. And a place beyond the trees.
Somewhere we can go to be just us.
Leave the world behind, let them make a fuss.
Spend our days never phasing, and all our nights stargazing.
We
We may be small, but the love we have to give is infinite.
A picture is worth a thousand words, but your smile is worth a thousand worlds.
So let it come to no surprise that it lights up mine.
Eliminating, the hidden sadness behind “I’m Fine”
When our time comes to an end, it won’t be land I hit.
I will fall into the ocean, while a wave drags me under.
The shadow of our time will sink like a ball and chain
And no matter
Of buts
Of what if’s
Of could have’s
Will make it float back to the surface.
Sometimes letting go, is the only way to arise, and see the beauty of the horizon.
Spoken Word
