For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,More Like This
Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you,
And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight,
I would then like to ask you to do it again.
I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest,
Curl your hair around my sleeves,
Wipe the snow from your eyes,
And flower that little smile to soften your lips.
And I love to feel your soft lips on me,
Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears,
Happiness in every one of your silly smiles,
Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.
Just The Way You AreMaybe it's foolish of meMore Like This
To think that you'd stay
Sometimes we find what we're looking for
I know you don't really
Feel the same way
And it doesn't satisfy our expectations
And yet I hope that
In your heart you'd find a place for me
But it's not like that with you
As a friend
Not as an enemy
You're perfect just the way you are
And maybe then you'd see me
As something more than just a friend
Because you're you
Someone you can trust, love, defend
I love you.
Mere Curiousity you said...At first you told me you were merely curious,More Like This
You told me not to worry,
You told me not to get jealous,
You told me I was the only one that mattered to you,
You were right at first,
You began to spend more and more time away,
I worried but didn't say,
I was jealous but hid it,
I slowly descended from your heart,
She slowly ascended to it,
At first you told me you were merely curious,
At the end you tell me you were wrong.
The FairyMore Like This
The Fairie is to be loved for a number of ways beyond its control.
It is to be loved for being from another world completely, and unaccessible to your own.
It is to be loved for the purity of its beauty: Clean, subliminal, a little self-conscious.
It is to be loved for being connected to a universe of Wonder despite the Age of Science.
It is to be loved for the understanding it will outlive you, and see futures you can only guess at.
It is to be loved for inspiring you to make art where a moment earlier there had been none.
It is to be loved for giving you passions & magics, with or without substance, most of the time without.
And it is to be loved because there is a passage to closure and new life it can guide you to with a dismissive toss of feathered wing, but never know for itself.
Loved, and overlooked, by God.
Is It Love?If I hugged you,More Like This
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?