perhaps..

[drea]

Can’t help but tiptoe on the premise of your whole.
Cant help but wonder what you hold behind closed eyes.
It’s been too few moments to follow you,
And far too long to take cover and hide.
So I sway in the motions of your voice,
Wonder what the minutes hide in store.
If idle hours of daytime
Should prove to pass onto a time of
Months, years, and eternity.
The pepper of your voice filtering out the mess of the world.
And such solace you would bring,
To my foiled plans and kneescrapes.
The insignificance of my scars
Could come to life in the notion of one verbatim thought of yours
Littered in my head, on a perpetual repeat.
A healer, a hero.
You (could) be.
Bid adieu to the impossibility of your deity.
Just look who you’ve saved.
Take a peek at the face, lifted.
From ten thousand tiny words,
A speech with a purpose
That I just couldn’t help but hear.
An imparted hope,
A possibility for conquest,
A yearning to find a way to fit in the tiniest corners of your mouth
Sit curl-wise, catching your every word,
Your every breath.
A deft little follower, seeking comfort in your verbal expulsion.
Bouncing off of the warmth of your tongue
Riding its wave with every utterance.
Can’t help but wonder if my wet toes will gain composure,
……If we ever reach shore.

 

[goodnitestar]

very beautifully done !
keep writting sweetie ! i miss your work!

 

[Tribal Hybridz]

that is amazing.
"A healer, a hero.
You (could) be.
Bid adieu to the impossibility of your deity.
Just look who you’ve saved.
Take a peek at the face, lifted.
From ten thousand tiny words,
A speech with a purpose
That I just couldn’t help but hear."
awsome.

 

[E-girl]

i've been waiting on the edge of my seat for your next masterpiece, and i wasn't disappointed.
you have such a way with words my dear.

 

[Noodle]

I drea's mind.