Use my shoulder as your pillow
let my body be your bed
let me be your warmth and comfort
when the laughter's all but dead
Let my arms always enfold you
let them be the words unsaid
when all you need is endless silence
and a place to lay your head
Let my kisses be the lyrics
to your heart's unsteady beat
as your breathing breaks the silence
and yet makes us both complete
Let my love be as the curtains
that keep others from looking on
as we count the blessings offered
and regrets now dead and gone
Let my need of you be noted
in the margins of my eyes
where you pencilled in your beauty
and underlined it with your sighs
Let my want be always wanting
let your presence ner' sedate
as you paint yourself upon me
as both sinner and a saint
Let the scars that others gave you
be the gifts I take away
as I offer up my body
as the prayers you never say
Let me be the one you run to
when you've no where else to run
and I'll hide you from yourself dear
till your cryings all but done
Let my concern be the bindings
on our lives as books unread
where the foreword says I love you
and the titles enough said.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Use my shoulder as your pillow
let my body be your bed
let me be your warmth and comfort
when the laughter's all but dead
Let my arms always enfold you
let them be the words unsaid
when all you need is endless silence
and a place to lay your head
Let my kisses be the lyrics
to your heart's unsteady beat
as your breathing breaks the silence
and yet makes us both complete
Let my love be as the curtains
that keep others from looking on
as we count the blessings offered
and regrets now dead and gone
Let my need of you be noted
in the margins of my eyes
where you pencilled in your beauty
and underlined it with your sighs
Let my want be always wanting
let your presence ner' sedate
as you paint yourself upon me
as both sinner and a saint
Let the scars that others gave you
be the gifts I take away
as I offer up my body
as the prayers you never say
Let me be the one you run to
when you've no where else to run
and I'll hide you from yourself dear
till your cryings all but done
Let my concern be the bindings
on our lives as books unread
where the foreword says I love you
and the titles enough said.
No idea just wanted writing