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I fear I cannot give us a happy ending,
So I'll write us one. A "pret-ending"
A future where you get poems written for you
Because words are my "old, new, borrowed, and blue."
An ending in which our days begin together.
Mondays where I whine about the weather,
Tuesday mornings with a cup of tea,
I complain about a colleague, and you say, "How dare she!"
We'll make a pact to meet halfway
To have lunch together on Wednesdays.
Thursdays are for you to decide
Because I can't find anything to rhyme. I tried.
Fridays, we watch a movie or a show.
Flip a coin, heads I win- tails you lose. Let it go.
Weekends that I spend hearing you sing
Or sit and stare at you while you do your own thing.
We play a lot of rock-paper-scissors,
And the loser gets to chase away the lizards.
We fight over reading a book or watching the sundown
I look at you, watching the last rays shine, and put my book down.
Save me when I try to burn our kitchen
I'll do the dishes if you cook the chicken.
I'll watch you fall asleep
And talk you through your bad dreams.
Wake me up after your walk
You know how much I hate alarm clocks.
If wishes and boons were true
I'd trade the Midas touch for you.
As long as we cannot have of our happy ending,
I'll keep on writing us a pret-ending.
when I think about sunshine and laughter it is your face that comes to my mind.
I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot you don't like that.
I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.
I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ? I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.
The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,
I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.
Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word
I loved to write for you, I used to send you postcards, And I absolutely liked it so muchhhh. Then you told me to stop. Why do I love you and hate you
i bury words beneath my tongue
like we bury people once they're gone,
i worry that your mouth might
unearth them with a kiss
but sometimes i just wonder
what you hide behind your lips.
i want to tell you i love you
like a song completely new,
i don't want to sound
like some cover,
a reprise without the truth.
my love speaks in French,
but you only know English,
my love sounds like nonsense
and i don't think that you're fluent.
my love sounds like a splutter,
when it's really a language to learn;
it should resound like a symphony,
a tumbling tongue and a stutter
is not what you deserve.