Sep 26, 2008 08:52
Every now and then I wonder if you'll believe me and want me to be there, want to hold onto me, or want me to hold onto you.
Maybe I'm just tired but I slept better, seeing you there, in my own view.
The blankets felt warm, they felt so soft, and yet so cool against my skin.
People would claim you as on in one in a million, a diamond in a bargain bin.
But not I...you were one of a kind, my white whale, a creature with a broken mold.
Grasping onto you with my fingers running through your hair, I was simply sold.
I'd never hurt again, it's against my code
I'd call you my queen and dance through the night in our happy abode.
But now I feel small now that you are gone, so far away and yet so close.
I could walk five hundred miles just to hand you this rose.
Let me back inside of you, I miss you, I want to return.
But here isn't so bad, I just prefer you, my yearn.
Ok so I wrote some more off the top of my head, i woke up and finished it. It's one of those morning posts. I have no idea why I went with a rhyming scheme and less metaphor. Maybe it wanted it to express more.