What you mean to me
Im scared as each moment passes im forgetting- not alot just the richness- the texture. I want to write down everything so at least one of us will have record of this- prove this wasn't a wonderful dream.
I want you to know what you mean to me i want you to have things that, on nights when you are lonely maybe you'll read and remember the five days of perfect moments you gave to me- i want you to have them forever- exactly as they were
I'm gonna write you a poem- no edits just how it comes out, i hope you like it:
That night, the structure of the room yeilded to us- parted so that we could sit as one
That night, your hand met mine- we traced the paterns of our passion on eachother's hands
That movie, sucked ass- sorry this isn't part of the poem i just thought of that
And we sat, pretending nothing would happen- hoping it would
And you looked, more beautiful to me than these words could hope to relate
i was content, with holding you- no lust entered my mind
then your touch, on my neck -slowly moving to my cheek
Reminded me of how i thought love should be
tender- gentle -true
torn between me and him -i did not mean it for you
my face leaned toward yours and yours leaned towards mine
but aproaching nirvana we stop, move away sit back down, i tell you i'm sorry
my face leaned toward yours and yours leaned towards mine
but aproaching nirvana we stop, move away, sit back down, i tell you i'm sorry
and when the moment reaches its peak
our passions explode, no longer capable of resistance -we kiss wildly
animalistic for a brief moment -before the lights come on
how i long for that embrace again. my first true kiss. my last? will we ever go off again? explode in a fury of passion 'till you push me away. i miss the mornings- just you and me- alone in the world, passonate, free. god i miss the mornings,
I love you. I love you. I love you, deeply, completely, regardless of consequence. i love you.
and i won't let go.
I want you to know what you mean to me i want you to have things that, on nights when you are lonely maybe you'll read and remember the five days of perfect moments you gave to me- i want you to have them forever- exactly as they were
I'm gonna write you a poem- no edits just how it comes out, i hope you like it:
That night, the structure of the room yeilded to us- parted so that we could sit as one
That night, your hand met mine- we traced the paterns of our passion on eachother's hands
That movie, sucked ass- sorry this isn't part of the poem i just thought of that
And we sat, pretending nothing would happen- hoping it would
And you looked, more beautiful to me than these words could hope to relate
i was content, with holding you- no lust entered my mind
then your touch, on my neck -slowly moving to my cheek
Reminded me of how i thought love should be
tender- gentle -true
torn between me and him -i did not mean it for you
my face leaned toward yours and yours leaned towards mine
but aproaching nirvana we stop, move away sit back down, i tell you i'm sorry
my face leaned toward yours and yours leaned towards mine
but aproaching nirvana we stop, move away, sit back down, i tell you i'm sorry
and when the moment reaches its peak
our passions explode, no longer capable of resistance -we kiss wildly
animalistic for a brief moment -before the lights come on
how i long for that embrace again. my first true kiss. my last? will we ever go off again? explode in a fury of passion 'till you push me away. i miss the mornings- just you and me- alone in the world, passonate, free. god i miss the mornings,
I love you. I love you. I love you, deeply, completely, regardless of consequence. i love you.
and i won't let go.