.index. | .past. | .love.letters. | .home. |
2003-06-17 @ 1:33 a.m.
Wet feet on a Wednesday Too afraid to relinquish To the beauty that encircles us both The darling buds of May cast their white petals And fall like snow, like stars upon our blessed heads Perfect splendor, i do not deserve you For hearts are too fragile these days And yours is far too miraculous to touch Especially with my dirty, liscentous hands Taken aback on a Thursday By charisma filled embraces (soft skin, soft touches) And intoxicating dialect Which waltzes through the ambient air A saccharine haze of all the things you've said Propelling through my body as i breathe in You're too passionate for my conscience to tell me to stop To tell me to reasses the circumstances Thus i drown in your endless grace Succumbed on a Saturday To your irresistible enchantment I had told myself i wasn't prepared For such an impossible dream, a realm of fantasy Since i was knee deep in an ocean of doubt Waves of skepticism crashing to the beat of my wounded heart Soaking into each suspicious pore I never thanked you for drying me off Your kindness made a wonderful towel Maybe on a Monday I'll finally be able to let go of the past And untie the ribbons of former cataclysms That have a chokehold on my memory With your soft hand in mine we'll walk away from here Away from the devastation of broken promises once made And with your faith in me as a crutch i'll take my few first steps As a soul reborn, a bitter wreck restored I may be as clumsy as a child, frightened as a wounded bird But don't forget, it was you who made me try
.Past. Entries.
|