1.
You breathe slowly out
I can feel the warmth of your arm
around my shoulders
And a smile plays on the corner of
your mouth
when you look at me.
2.
To describe your lips would be to stroke
a heart with the tips of your fingers
as softly as an autumn breeze
But yet having the strongest grip in the world.
3.
The sparks that flew between our hearts
Our fingers
Our lips
Could have fuelled a million cities
4.
Uncertainty is the worst
It cuts little triangles in the sails of your smiles
too small to stop the ship from sailing
but enough that lines of doubt will etch itself
into the forehead of the captain
and make his hand reach out for a bottle of wine.
5.
If I could I would give you the stars
but is it worth giving when the star is fading?
6.
And maybe
the Future is not what it seems
and the sharp curve of your cheek
and dusting of glitter in your eyes will
stay in my head forever.
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
1.
You breathe slowly out
I can feel the warmth of your arm
around my shoulders
And a smile plays on the corner of
your mouth
when you look at me.
2.
To describe your lips would be to stroke
a heart with the tips of your fingers
as softly as an autumn breeze
But yet having the strongest grip in the world.
3.
The sparks that flew between our hearts
Our fingers
Our lips
Could have fuelled a million cities
4.
Uncertainty is the worst
It cuts little triangles in the sails of your smiles
too small to stop the ship from sailing
but enough that lines of doubt will etch itself
into the forehead of the captain
and make his hand reach out for a bottle of wine.
5.
If I could I would give you the stars
but is it worth giving when the star is fading?
6.
And maybe
the Future is not what it seems
and the sharp curve of your cheek
and dusting of glitter in your eyes will
stay in my head forever.
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