Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Life stuff is like a poem only less quixotic, still you are an idea in my own romanticized epic

Honesty and small things
To keep them with your face
To keep them in this place

I wanted arms wrapped around me
I wanted kisses deep
I wanted to be free
I wanted not to be lonely

My wants go with the thought of you
But the sea erodes my edge
As I wait and watch us grow
And imagine a lifetime
With you

Sweet is a word
So is bird
But I see the way they affect
The way they slip into sentimental beauty
Like the seasons slip into each other
I realize I'm being silly
Silly silly girl
With Romantic notions in my head

Laughing it all together
And the place that I was born
The place we came together
The place that you were born
My chemistry is tingling
And my longing touches shore

I wish I could just sit here and talk about you
Praise all the things you do
Tell why I do
But my impatient heart can only focus on itself
And suck my impatient mind with it
And I find I am incoherent
But I'll try anyway

Your kindness
And your youth
Your smile
And your awkward state
Your willingly strange
I love it all

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