Latley I've wanted someone
someone waiting naked in my bed
after long days of obligations and harsh words
i want to feel your soft skin against mine
cuddle with you into the night
the quiet sounds of summer
our heavy breathing
having finished the internal connection
experiencing love
I am young but even still the thought of such a treasure
diminishes daily
I'm not even looking
I have no list of qualities to check off
presumptiously all i have is an idea
a scene, a feeling
someone so wonderful they make you nervous with insecurity
the unexplainable comfort of lying in someones arms
under the night sky feeling safer
the I've ever felt
the complete fulfilliment of finding your souls match
the sparkling kiss and not the sloppy makeout
the lioness sleeps alone in her vacant cave
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
vacant space
i thought i missed you
but what i missed is the affirmation
the safety and the warmth of...
LOVE
love has come and gone but heart break hasnt budged
closure cant exist
until someone can fill this space
something
or anything
desperation to fill complete again
but what i missed is the affirmation
the safety and the warmth of...
LOVE
love has come and gone but heart break hasnt budged
closure cant exist
until someone can fill this space
something
or anything
desperation to fill complete again
his old shirt
Under all the odds and ends
I found your old black shirt
smelling s if you wore it yesterday
I imagined your soft lips and giant feet as you lay
tossled in my sheets
I wonder what your doing on this hot summer day
clothes sticking to you like a wet napkin
your probably with another
leaving behind pieces of you to be remebered
I guess i shouldnt call
i wrestle with the idea
I found your old black shirt
smelling s if you wore it yesterday
I imagined your soft lips and giant feet as you lay
tossled in my sheets
I wonder what your doing on this hot summer day
clothes sticking to you like a wet napkin
your probably with another
leaving behind pieces of you to be remebered
I guess i shouldnt call
i wrestle with the idea
she lived in the woods for a couple of days
masturbating to the filth in her head
cleansing her mind of Sundays torture
robes made of burlap sacks
shiny rings of fools gold
falling asleep to Gods voice
playing in her head records
reaching your potential is being happy with just you
and the trees
let go of the lights of the city
look back and fear your stone heart
masturbating to the filth in her head
cleansing her mind of Sundays torture
robes made of burlap sacks
shiny rings of fools gold
falling asleep to Gods voice
playing in her head records
reaching your potential is being happy with just you
and the trees
let go of the lights of the city
look back and fear your stone heart
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