Ours is a story only fit for the drunken lips of old gypsy women

something loosely bound to reality

I stop my flirtation with words just long enough to say I love you in the simplest way possible

But it’s never that simple

Hearts don’t always recycle emotions and tongues don’t always have the words

so lay here with me, under willow branches and whispering winds

let heart beats speak the things we’re too afraid to say

I fear with us cupid used the moon as target practice and you carry a little too much sun shine in your smile.

I fear that numbers carry too much meaning and distance is a monster under the bed waiting for night time.

I don’t know a lot about her, but I do know this.

I know she has a face made of broken mirror pieces, but once in a while she’ll let you see through the cracks. Once in a while she introduces you to her closets skeletons and the kidnapped emotions in the basement of her soul and once too often I've been caught trying to set them free.

Sometimes I catch her in the darkest corners of my heart trying to plant stars, other times I don’t, and only realize it when the sun rises in my nightmares.

So hold my hand, lets dance to whatever song life is playing now, and see where the night leads us.