Forget the screech, the sharp turn, the shatter
Forget the park, or any for that matter
For now we are weightless, suspended in ether
This, right now, is forever.
I always thought them black, your eyes
Sometimes shrouded in mystery and ice,
But under the moon, the stars, and the skies
I see shades of brown, warm in age and wise.
Strange that I remember the then and now,
The way you nag, and the arch of your brow
Your laughter that echoes, as well as our vow,
All the way here, where we take our bow.
Your arms outstretched, reaching a bit more,
I'll never leave you, I know, I swore
That's right, go on, just before we hit the floor
I promise to hold your hand and never let go.
Never have I ever seen you this clear,
Close your eyes, my love, my dear;
And, when you open them, douse your fear,
Do not fret, forever is here.
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Forget the screech, the sharp turn, the shatter
Forget the park, or any for that matter
For now we are weightless, suspended in ether
This, right now, is forever.
I always thought them black, your eyes
Sometimes shrouded in mystery and ice,
But under the moon, the stars, and the skies
I see shades of brown, warm in age and wise.
Strange that I remember the then and now,
The way you nag, and the arch of your brow
Your laughter that echoes, as well as our vow,
All the way here, where we take our bow.
Your arms outstretched, reaching a bit more,
I'll never leave you, I know, I swore
That's right, go on, just before we hit the floor
I promise to hold your hand and never let go.
Never have I ever seen you this clear,
Close your eyes, my love, my dear;
And, when you open them, douse your fear,
Do not fret, forever is here.
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