I had to get this out.
This started forming in my head last night around 1 and I had to get it out...
Strokes of gold paint the day upon our naked canvases,
As we lay entwined in sheets still damp with night.
We dare not move, nor utter a sound.
We will not surrender the moment to the breaking day.
We breathe life and let our tears fall in unison,
Our bodies speaking the words that our mouths cannot.
The silence is thick with unspoken promises,
And the fearful anticipation that 'goodbye' is on the horizon.
Strokes of gold paint the day upon our naked canvases,
As we lay entwined in sheets still damp with night.
We dare not move, nor utter a sound.
We will not surrender the moment to the breaking day.
We breathe life and let our tears fall in unison,
Our bodies speaking the words that our mouths cannot.
The silence is thick with unspoken promises,
And the fearful anticipation that 'goodbye' is on the horizon.