I'm in the mood to spill some ideas
my patients has been thin, but when I revisited her she told me it was because I need a break
I think she is right, I need to visit her more often, but life has been spinning on with little time for should
New half
new dinner partner, better fit
the dinner table sees many faces mine and his are consistent but it's "hey you"'s face that I look forward to seeing across the table the most
She is here but in the background coming in and out of focus
Will the grass be as green as in pictures?
Will I feel at home in a cafe with beautiful melody being spoken around me?
We spend days in crumpled sheets speaking truths about our selves that we discover as they spill out of us
smooth skin with goose bumps here and there and whispers of perfect songs peaking through
I'm looking forward to warm air and sun filled memories,
I want to talk and laugh outside again
I'm not worried about may 7th, we have a lot to live until then and I won't let myself skip over valuable life to guess how damaging those unlived memories might be, I want to enjoy them first.
I have ask him to love me with no sure words in return without guises to hide the brash and bluntness of those crass words, his response was soft and almost unrecognizably dim
All of his responses are like that, but I always feel the words that were never said
I think she is right, I need to visit her more often, but life has been spinning on with little time for should
New half
new dinner partner, better fit
the dinner table sees many faces mine and his are consistent but it's "hey you"'s face that I look forward to seeing across the table the most
She is here but in the background coming in and out of focus
Will the grass be as green as in pictures?
Will I feel at home in a cafe with beautiful melody being spoken around me?
We spend days in crumpled sheets speaking truths about our selves that we discover as they spill out of us
smooth skin with goose bumps here and there and whispers of perfect songs peaking through
I'm looking forward to warm air and sun filled memories,
I want to talk and laugh outside again
I'm not worried about may 7th, we have a lot to live until then and I won't let myself skip over valuable life to guess how damaging those unlived memories might be, I want to enjoy them first.
I have ask him to love me with no sure words in return without guises to hide the brash and bluntness of those crass words, his response was soft and almost unrecognizably dim
All of his responses are like that, but I always feel the words that were never said