Hands full of assuasive power
Gently commanding attention
Pacifying my trembling heart
I’ve never been afraid
What a time to start
Staring at the smoldering coals behind your eyes
Tripping over my words like I’m walking on fire
I’ve always said love was for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt
Hoping to unearth you
I’m sure I’ll find a worm or two
Behind the mischief in your smile is a delicate ego
Fragile as crystal yet callous
In your arms I find a safe place, a palace
For my adoration to settle like dust
A dry tongue is not enough to derail my train of thought
I’ve always said that loves for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt
Hoping
To
Unearth
You
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Hands full of assuasive power
Gently commanding attention
Pacifying my trembling heart
I’ve never been afraid
What a time to start
Staring at the smoldering coals behind your eyes
Tripping over my words like I’m walking on fire
I’ve always said love was for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt
Hoping to unearth you
I’m sure I’ll find a worm or two
Behind the mischief in your smile is a delicate ego
Fragile as crystal yet callous
In your arms I find a safe place, a palace
For my adoration to settle like dust
A dry tongue is not enough to derail my train of thought
I’ve always said that loves for the birds
Now here I am pecking away at the dirt
Hoping
To
Unearth
You
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