Starlight, Stalagmite
Your nostalgic elegance.
I’m gutting out my stomach
To make enough room for your prized heart.
I’ll awkwardly fall for your every word
Cause’ anything I say
About you is an understatement.
You warm my very core.
I am basking in your elegant reflection.
The ocean was woven together
By your tired hands. You were never careless.
But I’m sinking like the Titanic
In your beautiful Atlantic.
You are the heart of the sea.
Nestle yourself in my arms
And fall asleep for far too long.
You can sleep, quiet as a mouse.
May you rest your tired heart on me.
I have practiced my breathing
To climb and tumble with the nimble beating of your heart.
And I constantly wish that I was home
Watching your hands gracefully move to mine
Because I am the telescope and you are the blinding stars.
You are the heart of this infinite sea that sweetly lies beneath.
You are the symmetry in my anatomy and my settling eyes.
Do you look in the mirror and see that I’m content with you
Because I hold you in the highest regard.
Written by Paul Edward Conlon, Jr.
this is from 2007.
I’m gutting out my stomach
To make enough room for your prized heart.
I’ll awkwardly fall for your every word
Cause’ anything I say
About you is an understatement.
You warm my very core.
I am basking in your elegant reflection.
The ocean was woven together
By your tired hands. You were never careless.
But I’m sinking like the Titanic
In your beautiful Atlantic.
You are the heart of the sea.
Nestle yourself in my arms
And fall asleep for far too long.
You can sleep, quiet as a mouse.
May you rest your tired heart on me.
I have practiced my breathing
To climb and tumble with the nimble beating of your heart.
And I constantly wish that I was home
Watching your hands gracefully move to mine
Because I am the telescope and you are the blinding stars.
You are the heart of this infinite sea that sweetly lies beneath.
You are the symmetry in my anatomy and my settling eyes.
Do you look in the mirror and see that I’m content with you
Because I hold you in the highest regard.
Written by Paul Edward Conlon, Jr.
this is from 2007.