i want to, sit on a park bench
at the beginning of autumn
sipping our take away coffee and watching
the singular fragments of leaves on fire
falling from the trees
to whirl softly before landing on the ground
i want to, go fishing on a pier sitting over a lake
on a fresh spring morning
just to catch a fish with you
name it something ridiculous
and release it back into the wild, so i can say that we
officially domesticated a wild animal together
i want to, go and see a kiddy movie in the theaters
so we can sit in the front row and watch
while feeding each other popcorn
then wait till the end of the rolling credits, when everyone else is gone
before racing each other
up the stairs and pushing the doors open to outside
i want to, stand in the supermarket
drawing little faces on the condensations and
light heartedly bickering with you in front of the freezers
about the right flavor ice-cream
for our movie night on your couch at home
before deciding on purchasing both of them
i want to, stand under a light pole
on a mild summer night
with crickets as our backing music
the moon our only audience, and dance slowly
like the world doesn't exist outside of the small
pool of light at our feet
some of the many innocent things i want to do with you...
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
i want to, sit on a park bench
at the beginning of autumn
sipping our take away coffee and watching
the singular fragments of leaves on fire
falling from the trees
to whirl softly before landing on the ground
i want to, go fishing on a pier sitting over a lake
on a fresh spring morning
just to catch a fish with you
name it something ridiculous
and release it back into the wild, so i can say that we
officially domesticated a wild animal together
i want to, go and see a kiddy movie in the theaters
so we can sit in the front row and watch
while feeding each other popcorn
then wait till the end of the rolling credits, when everyone else is gone
before racing each other
up the stairs and pushing the doors open to outside
i want to, stand in the supermarket
drawing little faces on the condensations and
light heartedly bickering with you in front of the freezers
about the right flavor ice-cream
for our movie night on your couch at home
before deciding on purchasing both of them
i want to, stand under a light pole
on a mild summer night
with crickets as our backing music
the moon our only audience, and dance slowly
like the world doesn't exist outside of the small
pool of light at our feet
some of the many innocent things i want to do with you...
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