I don't know why I feel the need to consistantly post these old journal entries, but I think some of them are worthy of publication. Maybe it's because I have reams of pages about love and life that I never showed anyone. I was so repressed for so long. If I'd had a bit more confidence I might of submitted some of this stuff, or—god only knows—have had the guts to tell some of these girls I liked them out loud. Maybe it's just because I have nothing new to post and it's been a few days since I've updated. For whatever reason, I'm telling you now. Feel free to skip the rest if you're not romantically inclined.
When we touch I feel nothing but you
it can be light as a feather
and still there is electricity.
It burns me deep down inside when I wonder
if you feel what I do
if our lips could meet one of these days.
Patience is my game
waiting for the most beautiful girl I know
to be ready for the gifts I offer.
Knowing always it could come
before or after my time
so hoping it is now.
There is a fire burning between us
two hearts have found one another
in such a strange place.
We have never spoken a word about this
but it is comfortably understood
as it is between man & woman.
I will answer all of your demands
and worship your femininity forever
if you make me yours.
Time with you is immeasurable
I spend a thousand eternities
when I look in your eyes.
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