week love.

if i were a day i think i'd fit into tomorow;
the way i'm always one day late
has left me wondering whether i'm all alone here,
or maybe just dancing  with fate.

and i imagine you would be yesterday;
your always dwelling in the past.
but im not sure if it really matters at all;
the distance between us isnt exactly vast.

and i well i guess we could be together
i can assure you that there's a way
maybe we could meet somwhere in the middle,
and make our own little today?

Your Skin

glows like the polished pear--

blossoms beauty as the daisy

in the purest bitterness of spring (autumn, summer, winter)

My heart follows,stalks,creeps,upon your violin voice,

and

L       E       A      P       S

like a felinetigerlionpussycatlynx

at the

    whisper

                  of your name?

your name…

my name?

no,her name.

The evening floats

in on a great robin wing.

NO it’s an eagle!

…maybe a griffin.

Yes a griffin, that sounds quite

write/right/WrightBROS>/rite.
I am comforted

calmed

appeased

happy

worried?

Over(JOY)ed!

By,                                                                             your dress             that I carry

 

Into    the    darkness      of      a      blazing         sun,     hidden       beneath                                      love(beams).

and held tight with my eyes, my eyes, your eyes, my eyes.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears

of liquid nitrogen, as I provide (GIMME)shelter from the cold of

LoNeLy!
In the quiet, I listen for the last sigh of the day.

it reminds me of your heart.

As your beautiful eyes fall to your shoes, your shoes, my shoes, your shoes,
My heated heart (whyheart?) leaps to my throat,

I wait in the moonlight for our secret rendezvous

so that we may fly as one, arm in arm, hand in hand,

in search of the                                               magnificent blue, the

mystical hue, the

benevolent you

of love. (your love, my love, our love, Goodbye?)

To my valentine.

I give you Something of mine.

I see its crimson red, 
While it remains precariously 
Within my grasp.

You see me hand it to you,
Letting you feel the gentle 
curves And smooth skin.

I see you smile,
Laughing at some 
unheard joke.

You see yourself, deep within,
Yet at the same time-
Me. 

I see you reach behind,
Hands rattling on the table,
And grasp in your hand a knife.

You see a steel knife,
Laying in your hand,
Glistening.

I see you hesitate
While you take the knife
And plunge it downward.

You see me squirm
While your hands become wet
With cool liquid.

We both take a bite
out of our halves
of an apple.

Looking Into Your Eyes

The feeling is a wa
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