A smile recalled in every tear,
I can't get over you.
We met and were pulled, strangers but not quite.
Your light in your smile warmed my world;
your beautiful, brilliant mind shared space with mine.
Buttery brown, lovely and fiery…
Our first kiss was almost a forest fire.
Love had plans for us, and I can't let go.
Your adoration of life healed my icy soul
Your paved the unbeaten paths of love in me
Everything sweet is you, everything…
Sugar, Honey, a pretty please.
You are me, and I'm done lying to my face.
Us is every heartbeat. Dull, low, aching, yet alive.
Days crawl by as I devise my master plan
Although I may lose myself, I will fight to win
your affections back.
Everything is our dream, our secrets, sharing,
that dinner we cooked, that adventure we had downtown.
My love for you is loud, crooked and clear
It pierces my bones, fills my hollow corners.
Yes, you make me nervous— you are so great,
so much of my self.
Our trying times are locked tightly in my chest,
Reminding me of who I am supposed to be,
and from whom I must turn away.
Hope fills me, underneath this clotting. Hope unabashedly,
even when dwarfed by my aimless nomadism,
painful nostalgia,
Hope lives. I ask God, and I beg Him.
I think about us
Dec 25, 2011
Dec 25, 2011 at 10:33 AM UTC
A smile recalled in every tear,
I can't get over you.
We met and were pulled, strangers but not quite.
Your light in your smile warmed my world;
your beautiful, brilliant mind shared space with mine.
Buttery brown, lovely and fiery…
Our first kiss was almost a forest fire.
Love had plans for us, and I can't let go.
Your adoration of life healed my icy soul
Your paved the unbeaten paths of love in me
Everything sweet is you, everything…
Sugar, Honey, a pretty please.
You are me, and I'm done lying to my face.
Us is every heartbeat. Dull, low, aching, yet alive.
Days crawl by as I devise my master plan
Although I may lose myself, I will fight to win
your affections back.
Everything is our dream, our secrets, sharing,
that dinner we cooked, that adventure we had downtown.
My love for you is loud, crooked and clear
It pierces my bones, fills my hollow corners.
Yes, you make me nervous— you are so great,
so much of my self.
Our trying times are locked tightly in my chest,
Reminding me of who I am supposed to be,
and from whom I must turn away.
Hope fills me, underneath this clotting. Hope unabashedly,
even when dwarfed by my aimless nomadism,
painful nostalgia,
Hope lives. I ask God, and I beg Him.
I think about us
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