savor these black moments,
glistening with silver-threaded tears
sometimes they are ok to fall back on,
when you run so hard from your fears
that you cant help but stumble,
and when all that you know and come to trust,
reveals itself to be a fantom.
you've been my grassy green field,
my purple hazy clouds amid a fading sunset
you've been the air in my lungs
as i swing into the stars on a wooden swingset
you've been my broken wings
that never stop trying to fly a little higher
than the farthest constellation
i wish we could sit on the rooftop
until next wednesday
and talk about all the things we left behind
in past lives and younger years
i wish we would live on ice pops,
and swim in shimmering moonlit lakes
where the only voices are ours,
and they are singing.
you strip me of my inhibitions
and shed my furies in helpless heaps on my bedroom floor
In the glow of summer stars and cerulean night skies,
you hold me under wispy white sheets
and tell me that we're something,
and that tomorrow doesnt matter
your breath on the back of my neck is something
that i cant do without these nights,
when everything wrong in my life screams vividly
My peace comes from the look in your eyes when you whisper my name,
The serenity that engulfs me when you kiss my forehead
You leave me breathless, over and over.
My past has this way of haunting every thing i see in you,
Of tainting the sweetness that your touch leaves on me
You lift me off my feet and something unseen always drags me back down
It's a rememberance that saddens me,
And weakens my soul.
But with every whipped cream dream
And those last 5 minutes in the morning
where we cuddle under the sunlight in my room
These days, numbered and few
Are what keeps my hope alive
Sipping Reisling from dollar-store glasses,
Watching cartoons in our underwear and laughing like children,
These are the things i'll look back on
When i'm forty and wishful
And yesterday seems like a million years away
There was one, two, four walks in wet grass
First kisses on bearskin rugs
Melodies floating in and out of the living room
On summer nights,
You, my Abercrombie boy
And me, your little Glitter Princess
Can't it just be so black and white forever...
Does there need to be this in-between,
Where miles and memories separate even the strongest hearts,
To remind us that destiny is not easily attained?
You tickle my most intimate spots
Just to hear me giggle like a child
And i draw your impressive silhouette
Delicately with purple crayon
And this is us....
A summer fling in sun-dipped bliss,
Another picture-perfect memoire
That i'll hold infinitely in my hands.
[ 13 June 2002: Message edited by: E-girl ]
glistening with silver-threaded tears
sometimes they are ok to fall back on,
when you run so hard from your fears
that you cant help but stumble,
and when all that you know and come to trust,
reveals itself to be a fantom.
you've been my grassy green field,
my purple hazy clouds amid a fading sunset
you've been the air in my lungs
as i swing into the stars on a wooden swingset
you've been my broken wings
that never stop trying to fly a little higher
than the farthest constellation
i wish we could sit on the rooftop
until next wednesday
and talk about all the things we left behind
in past lives and younger years
i wish we would live on ice pops,
and swim in shimmering moonlit lakes
where the only voices are ours,
and they are singing.
you strip me of my inhibitions
and shed my furies in helpless heaps on my bedroom floor
In the glow of summer stars and cerulean night skies,
you hold me under wispy white sheets
and tell me that we're something,
and that tomorrow doesnt matter
your breath on the back of my neck is something
that i cant do without these nights,
when everything wrong in my life screams vividly
My peace comes from the look in your eyes when you whisper my name,
The serenity that engulfs me when you kiss my forehead
You leave me breathless, over and over.
My past has this way of haunting every thing i see in you,
Of tainting the sweetness that your touch leaves on me
You lift me off my feet and something unseen always drags me back down
It's a rememberance that saddens me,
And weakens my soul.
But with every whipped cream dream
And those last 5 minutes in the morning
where we cuddle under the sunlight in my room
These days, numbered and few
Are what keeps my hope alive
Sipping Reisling from dollar-store glasses,
Watching cartoons in our underwear and laughing like children,
These are the things i'll look back on
When i'm forty and wishful
And yesterday seems like a million years away
There was one, two, four walks in wet grass
First kisses on bearskin rugs
Melodies floating in and out of the living room
On summer nights,
You, my Abercrombie boy
And me, your little Glitter Princess
Can't it just be so black and white forever...
Does there need to be this in-between,
Where miles and memories separate even the strongest hearts,
To remind us that destiny is not easily attained?
You tickle my most intimate spots
Just to hear me giggle like a child
And i draw your impressive silhouette
Delicately with purple crayon
And this is us....
A summer fling in sun-dipped bliss,
Another picture-perfect memoire
That i'll hold infinitely in my hands.
[ 13 June 2002: Message edited by: E-girl ]
beautiful
