i could write all day on diddles of you, say many things i wish would come true. walking in a stroll, burying our toes in the sand, me n u hand in hand, woman and man. doing our thing til we just cant get enough, then do it all over because we love it so much. get lost in something other than lust, far beyond something as simple as a crush. ready to find out what it is we crave in each other. and why it is our love had to suffer without one another. lost and wondering in and out of lives that never seem to stay around. becoming numb and distant, cold and hateful, making evil sounds. til we collide with that one that understands and can maintain our heads. with a heart that is less than half empty willing to be filled with things needing to be said. listening to something real enough to catch an interest. hoping we don't wind up on the end of a long lost list trying to be more than a witness. climbing our way out of another hole we can not stand to bare. so lets just be and let be and see where it goes before the end comes to soon and again it seems it is never fair. allow me to fight for what it is you give so naturally til you can not give no more. wanting and desiring you so passionately as i would love to pick your heart up off the floor. find our fantasy dancing in the rain and watch the sun wash away the silhouette we have lived with for years. feeling the heat from the breath expressed upon our lips and neck from someone that has the same fears. no longer needing someone to imitate a shadow within our minds. yet accepting something new in which we can not hide.
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