i want to savor this happiness--how content i feel here, with you;
shove it in a jar and drink it on a day where all i feel is darkness.
Sing me your love song one more time
And together we will go--you and I.
Back to winter's afternoons--where cold hands found warmth in each other's gaze.
In dusty old book shops--where lips press in a nervous exchange.
Let us go then, back to two hearts racing,
Stars aligning, and moonlit promises.
Sing me your love song one last time.
You and I will fade
Into another place, another life, where indeed there will be time.
The wind wrestles with my hair
And fills my cheeks with pink.
The thickness of the day
Surrenders to the coolness of the night.
Fleeting hues of violet and yellow
Set my heart on fire:
A promise of warmth.
The world is still,
But the fire goes out and the shadows flood in
Unveiling the deepest depths of darkness
The stars scream out:
The sun will rise again,
The sun will rise again.
Lips of an angel,
Her curls entangle,
The cause of my demise.
I long to be closer,
To know her mind.
Our fingertips whisper,
And our hearts abide.
We grab the forbidden fruit,
Temptations give in.
Let us taste and devour,
For tonight we sin.
We should get coffee unless you drink tea
I'll still order coffee--two sugars, you'll see.
If we go for coffee and you order tea,
We'll sip on our silence
It'll taste bitter but sweet.
If you order tea, is it hot or cold?
Raspberry or lemon? Am I coming off too bold?
I'll always drink coffee, I'll never get tea.
I crave the sensation and steaming caffeine.
When I order coffee and you sip your tea,
We'll talk about music, classic rock, maybe indie?
We won't sit too close, but we won't be too far.
I'll wonder if you're like me and hate going to the bar.
We should get coffee even if you drink tea,
I'll know you got raspberry because you'll kiss me.
sunlight peeks through the curtains
stealing me from slumber.
my eyes open
dazed by the rays of a new day.
his body beside mine
near though oceans apart.
we swim away from the sun
through treacherous waters back to dawn.
where we are everything and anything except still.
still is the morning,
our rapid current at rest
my mind slips away
thoughts of a perpetual dawn
where the morning never comes.
— The End —