apprehensive
the ice laid thick on the branches
covering them from top to bottom
and the air was bitter-sweet
much like our fragile love.
Swaying back and forth
the moon danced for the stars
and together the earth and sky
danced in delight
and celebrated lovely winter nights
as my heart pounded with frustration
and your hand met with mine
suddenly our eyes locked
and you gave me that good morning grin
the smog laid thick on my face
smothering my eyelashes
and the air was frigid
much like my regret.
Tipsy were the birds who sang that morning
for they were washing off those New Year blues
while i laid there staring silently at you
wondering if the moon knew
just what transpired under her romantic shimmer.
Did our hearts rekindle?
was it all that booze and laughter
that lead up to this capture?
where i lay wide awake in your bed
watching smoke curl around my fingers
and wondering just what you were thinking
when i whispered "i love you, still"
The sun beamed across your body
like some golden answer
I had been looking for at the end
of every mirage and every false rainbow.
The wind was chasing snow storms
That evening, the same evening that we kissed
under the soft white and silver moonlight
that blended with the dark and comforting night
and i remembered just what i thought
right before i dropped all the curtains
i thought to myself that you were worth it
worth my tears, worth my pain, worth all these years
of broken hearts and foul circumstance
you were worth my very last breathe.
And now day awaits me
as i wash off this filthy headache
and all those detailed images
of you caressing my pale body
holding me up against the wall
asking me why i didn't call
right before i decided to leave
and stepping out of the shower
I peer at myself one last time
my reflection is a sad excuse
of mishaps and burdened i love you's
but nothing will ever compare
to that bitter winter air
the night we brushed up against fire
right before we decided we were tired
and melted into each other's warm skin
intertwined one last time, like lace.
But, baby you know i had to go
and get on with this one woman show
where i gather all my past regrets
and i gather all those small details
like the moon reflecting off your face
and shove them away
in the back of my cluttered mind
until next time...
when I can finally call you mine.
covering them from top to bottom
and the air was bitter-sweet
much like our fragile love.
Swaying back and forth
the moon danced for the stars
and together the earth and sky
danced in delight
and celebrated lovely winter nights
as my heart pounded with frustration
and your hand met with mine
suddenly our eyes locked
and you gave me that good morning grin
the smog laid thick on my face
smothering my eyelashes
and the air was frigid
much like my regret.
Tipsy were the birds who sang that morning
for they were washing off those New Year blues
while i laid there staring silently at you
wondering if the moon knew
just what transpired under her romantic shimmer.
Did our hearts rekindle?
was it all that booze and laughter
that lead up to this capture?
where i lay wide awake in your bed
watching smoke curl around my fingers
and wondering just what you were thinking
when i whispered "i love you, still"
The sun beamed across your body
like some golden answer
I had been looking for at the end
of every mirage and every false rainbow.
The wind was chasing snow storms
That evening, the same evening that we kissed
under the soft white and silver moonlight
that blended with the dark and comforting night
and i remembered just what i thought
right before i dropped all the curtains
i thought to myself that you were worth it
worth my tears, worth my pain, worth all these years
of broken hearts and foul circumstance
you were worth my very last breathe.
And now day awaits me
as i wash off this filthy headache
and all those detailed images
of you caressing my pale body
holding me up against the wall
asking me why i didn't call
right before i decided to leave
and stepping out of the shower
I peer at myself one last time
my reflection is a sad excuse
of mishaps and burdened i love you's
but nothing will ever compare
to that bitter winter air
the night we brushed up against fire
right before we decided we were tired
and melted into each other's warm skin
intertwined one last time, like lace.
But, baby you know i had to go
and get on with this one woman show
where i gather all my past regrets
and i gather all those small details
like the moon reflecting off your face
and shove them away
in the back of my cluttered mind
until next time...
when I can finally call you mine.