Nov 30, 2010 02:21
So I can spend my days thinking about that person
those days spent in fulfilling exercise of language
Days of tugging at their thigh,
waking to hear a white lie
Continuing our lives
chewing and sipping, communicating
silent, but true
I want some body to view
look at and describe
Shadow and light play
We wake to see another day
Our love is no cliche
It is a living love.
We don't mind a break,
our friends are mutual
our friends are exclusive
we live to see each other move
Hate is fun
It's safe to run
Walking is encouraged, too
every speed and every emotion is hit
Since we know to say,
I want to come home,
every once in a while
I write about my love
It's not always about my love
relationships,
writing,
poem,
love