Your Hand in Mine

 It's three in the morning
Let us go on a trip
To one of our long voyages to the deep abyss
Where our flaws and sins are put on display
For both of us not to act in dismay

Let us go on a trip, you and I
To maybe go hike up Eaton Canyon on a lonesome morning
To hear the sound of water and the sound of your footsteps walking alongside with me
Both the smell of fresh flowing water and fresh flowing sweat

Fresh flowing feelings we will soon regret.

Let us go on a trip, you and I
To discover the mysteries of our feelings a while
Looking up the moon, and eating Chinese takeout
The inevitable mutual feeling that will become our blessing and our curse.

{Note to you, this was my first}

May I proceed to say how lovely you look today?
With you hair combed back and your face beaming with purity
Your spirit lies awake on my dormant soul.

Cover up my legs and protect my dignity
Lie awake next to me with an eternal lingering sense of conflicting feelings that will forever conflict us.

Let us go on a trip, you and I
To the store that's only two blocks away
Buy two cokes and a peppermint say
And walk on the street with the awkward yellow line.
As you stick your tongue out and put your hand in mine