Trying to interpret you like a song I didn’t understand.
My vacuous brain holds nothing
but fragments of some silly stories of lame love.
It’s not even a full song I’m straining to hear.
Trying to rebuild it
from snatches of a melody heard long ago.
Is it the end or just a beginning?
Come in from the cruel cold
and take me to my bed,
make it your own
and I will never leave.
Let me be endlessly destroyed.
It’s all my choice.
I’ll love you no matter what you decide.
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Author:
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I'm reading the words of a lovestruck soul here who is being bounced around by a sea of if's and maybe's. Good luck if it works out for you but tomorrow and the life after tomorrow will happen either way.
Thank you. Maybe one day I'll try writing about something other than love...but probably not
that stormy uncertainty
where pulses beat with confidence
while eyes stutter with hesitance
indivisible, from afar : they frictionally, collide...
Beautiful - thank you
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