There was a time,
I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh,
than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn.
I thought,
While stargazing at your honey eyes,
that they had more color,
than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn
Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples,
I thought,
I was more peaceful than I would have been,
lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies
I fancied,
that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter,
would set my heart on a gracious ballet,
than serenading myself in a cold bath
I was convinced,
that your love made me more drunk,
than I would ever have been,
on life
But now,
now,
I know better
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 2:50 AM UTC
There was a time,
I thought that there was more music in the high-pitched giggle of your laugh,
than the chanting of chanticleer at dawn.
I thought,
While stargazing at your honey eyes,
that they had more color,
than the sun's splash of gold in a summer morn
Your head on my shoulder, lips zipped in sleep drawing in your dimples,
I thought,
I was more peaceful than I would have been,
lying in the fold of nature staring through the green web of leaves and branches, into the bluest of bluest skies
I fancied,
that kissing you under the sun's pale imposter,
would set my heart on a gracious ballet,
than serenading myself in a cold bath
I was convinced,
that your love made me more drunk,
than I would ever have been,
on life
But now,
now,
I know better