Inspired by Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
im smiling at your smile
and in your laugh
i hear inside jokes that last a while
the electricity in your lips
feels like slow summers
watching the sun set
and long winters
smiling at new snow
from inside a warm house
that you convince me to leave
so i can go out and freeze
but i see your rosy nose
and huge grin
and it's all worth it
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
your scent
makes everything make sense
night lights
brighten your smile
when we go out to dinner
and you walk slow past me
trailing your finger across my belly
your warmth takes me to when we have the AC
too high
and i wake up cold
until i groggily pull you close
and fall back to sleep smiling
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
the way you move
i see you
dancing to no music
in our living room
it's either foolishness
or hypnotic poetry
sometimes a combination
of the two
i see us
dancing in the rain
kissing under thunder
and laughing with the flashing lightening
two flushed faces
breathless and beaming
wind making your hair crazy
and freezing our bones
until we grab each other
and remember
we'll never be alone
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 2:29 PM UTC
Inspired by Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
im smiling at your smile
and in your laugh
i hear inside jokes that last a while
the electricity in your lips
feels like slow summers
watching the sun set
and long winters
smiling at new snow
from inside a warm house
that you convince me to leave
so i can go out and freeze
but i see your rosy nose
and huge grin
and it's all worth it
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
your scent
makes everything make sense
night lights
brighten your smile
when we go out to dinner
and you walk slow past me
trailing your finger across my belly
your warmth takes me to when we have the AC
too high
and i wake up cold
until i groggily pull you close
and fall back to sleep smiling
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
the way you move
i see you
dancing to no music
in our living room
it's either foolishness
or hypnotic poetry
sometimes a combination
of the two
i see us
dancing in the rain
kissing under thunder
and laughing with the flashing lightening
two flushed faces
breathless and beaming
wind making your hair crazy
and freezing our bones
until we grab each other
and remember
we'll never be alone
walk slowly with me
let's hold hands
in your eyes
i can see myself
as an old man
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