I have had it with living under these circumstances. I’m leaving, but to where? to who
I start questioning myself, wondering if this is a good idea
and then, all of a sudden, my mind brightens with the thought of you
my eyes sparkle with a thousand rays of light
to whose arms will I run to? yours
where will I find shelter? I ask
any place that gives me the pleasure of laying next to you is what I call, ‘home’
wherever you are is wherever I want to be. whatever you’re doing, is what I have waited a lifetime to do with you. you are my guilty pleasure, my awoken dream, my sweet serendipity… you are mine, indeed, therefore I am yours. In each and every way there is to belong to somebody, I belong to you.
take me to you.
where will I ever find comfort except in the softness of your voice?
am I too cliche to say so? either way, you’re my fallen angel
and I could say i’m the luckiest but I’d rather say I’ve been blessed with someone who puts up with me, handles me at my worst, someone who would gladly let me in no matter what time it is, no matter what the circumstances were
speaking of circumstances
I have had it with living here... I’m leaving
to where, who? to you