my mouth of fable could collide with yours-
myth, fairytale, and folklore.
what am i even reading you for?
tales are caught on your tongue with no spoilers.

and we could never be found,
or we could be bound
for happily ever after.
i really prefer the latter.

just don’t hesitate
because it’s wrong to wait
for saving.
please don’t hesitate
because the devil’s bait
is in waiting.

with my eyes of disguises, i could be your muse,
in different shades of greens and blues.
painted on the canvas ’til your amused.
until the images on my tongue are all gone and used.

and we could sit still and cry,
or dance because i wouldn’t mind.
i’m dreaming of whatever
it means to be together.

just don’t hesitate
because it’s wrong to wait
for saving.
please don’t hesitate
because the devil’s bait
is in waiting.

i’m stacking metaphors and similes
not telling you, because if you see
that i’m close to breaking
and my soul’s rearranging
into comets and galaxies
you might just leave me.
so i tell my self to wake up
that i can’t speed the pace up.
i can only hope you won’t forget me
because i could love you if you’d let me.

and we could cuddle kiss,
stare at the sky, sharing a wish.
you ask me what’s the matter
i smile saying it doesn’t matter.

just don’t hesitate
because it’s wrong to wait
for saving.
please don’t hesitate
because the devil’s bait
is in waiting.