I find it hard to figure out
my comings and my goings
as I have no reference points
from where to start and measure
Not knowing if you plan to stay
within the borders of our bed—
go swim the seven seas
or climb what mountain there may be.
If you have lost interest
in who I am—let me take you on a ride
to San Francisco
the weather’s cool throughout the years
and we can eat in Chinatown
or Ghirardelli Square.
Then I can bring you home again
and we can make dessert
out of each other’s wishes.
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Author:
Estanislao Rodriguez-Cuevas (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2018 08:26
- Category: Love
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Comments3
A lovely write. Make dessert out of wishes. I loved that.
Noice
to doubt love is painful, but dessert is wonderful. good write more please. ww
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