Those days when I want to scream
all the things I’ve ever thought of you
how I love the things that you think
and how I hate those things you do
I include myself in the second
because I can’t comprehend
why I make a half decent lover
Much less,an excellent friend
your kisses, your breath, your bed.
Like the movies Mom didn’t allow
not expressively pornographic
just far too romantically avow
I lay awake in this bed of mine
I only sleep with you by my side
we’ll pull the covers over our heads
and from the world we’ll both hide
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 12:55 AM UTC
Those days when I want to scream
all the things I’ve ever thought of you
how I love the things that you think
and how I hate those things you do
I include myself in the second
because I can’t comprehend
why I make a half decent lover
Much less,an excellent friend
your kisses, your breath, your bed.
Like the movies Mom didn’t allow
not expressively pornographic
just far too romantically avow
I lay awake in this bed of mine
I only sleep with you by my side
we’ll pull the covers over our heads
and from the world we’ll both hide