Love... what is it about love? what is it about women?
There are times when i just can't get them off my mind.
I want to be close to someone again.
I want them to put their arms around me unexpectantly while im doing something ubsurdly common like dishes or cooking dinner.
To explode with passion from the inside out, to implode from the outside in.
To know almost everything about someone other than yourself.
To be so close to her that she asks you to come in the bathroom while she's taking a bath and talk to her. most people want me to shut up, what a wonderful feeling for someone to ask u to do something that u thought was your flaw.
But u can't help it, u can't help whats in your nature. your nature to love something....someone so much that u can't breathe properly when they're not around.
it sounds so cliche' like complete nonsense to someone who is less-passionate than yourself, someone who merely sees the world but never attempts to feel it.
i feel the world, i taste it, i swim in it's pool of anarchy. i drink the salty water of regret, i lick the floors of trudgery & lies, the secrets that are kept. the secrets that i kept for so long, why was i so afraid to be myself? no one has to like me they just will right?
i want someone to miss me, someone to kiss me to let me write stories about them....poetry...good poetry. words that no one else has ever put in the same sentence with their name.
someone exciting, someone that forbids u to stop smiling. someone to write me poetry and let songs on the radio remind them of me.
to doodle pictures and horrible renditions of stick figures holding hands. to kiss me like a shot gun sharp, fast, and multiple.
i've been hit and i can't see straight, i can't walk straight & i cant look u in the eye.
kiss my eyelids. brush my eyebrows with your fingers & maybe i will never leave, maybe i will always be around u & your words. i love your words I know I always will.
i will always remember what u feel like and remember your voice, your smell, & your taste... in music...in clothes, & movies & books. u....
i'm glad im starting over how exciting now knowing what u know about yourself and about women. What girls really do like or want, knowing how to make better decsions.
i want to know her hands, what her fingernails look like. what her hair looks like in the sun & the warmth it holds when u lie your head against hers.
There are times when i just can't get them off my mind.
I want to be close to someone again.
I want them to put their arms around me unexpectantly while im doing something ubsurdly common like dishes or cooking dinner.
To explode with passion from the inside out, to implode from the outside in.
To know almost everything about someone other than yourself.
To be so close to her that she asks you to come in the bathroom while she's taking a bath and talk to her. most people want me to shut up, what a wonderful feeling for someone to ask u to do something that u thought was your flaw.
But u can't help it, u can't help whats in your nature. your nature to love something....someone so much that u can't breathe properly when they're not around.
it sounds so cliche' like complete nonsense to someone who is less-passionate than yourself, someone who merely sees the world but never attempts to feel it.
i feel the world, i taste it, i swim in it's pool of anarchy. i drink the salty water of regret, i lick the floors of trudgery & lies, the secrets that are kept. the secrets that i kept for so long, why was i so afraid to be myself? no one has to like me they just will right?
i want someone to miss me, someone to kiss me to let me write stories about them....poetry...good poetry. words that no one else has ever put in the same sentence with their name.
someone exciting, someone that forbids u to stop smiling. someone to write me poetry and let songs on the radio remind them of me.
to doodle pictures and horrible renditions of stick figures holding hands. to kiss me like a shot gun sharp, fast, and multiple.
i've been hit and i can't see straight, i can't walk straight & i cant look u in the eye.
kiss my eyelids. brush my eyebrows with your fingers & maybe i will never leave, maybe i will always be around u & your words. i love your words I know I always will.
i will always remember what u feel like and remember your voice, your smell, & your taste... in music...in clothes, & movies & books. u....
i'm glad im starting over how exciting now knowing what u know about yourself and about women. What girls really do like or want, knowing how to make better decsions.
i want to know her hands, what her fingernails look like. what her hair looks like in the sun & the warmth it holds when u lie your head against hers.
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