I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
He saw her, the great white buffalo,
The only woman who had escaped Bill’s
Grasp. When she left, he had become defunct.
Seeing her again was like witnessing a child who
Was unaware of their surroundings, but used
Their childhood to
Their full advantage. A ride
That would end a
Lot faster than the watersmooth-silver
Of the moon on the horizon, or a lone stallion
Finding a new herd and
Feeling alive once more. Her eyes break
Away from his… onetwothreefourfive
Seconds before she realizes its him. Pigeonsjustlikethat,
She thinks as she moves toward him. As he stares at her dumbfounded. Jesus,
What was she about to do?
He
Was
A
Handsome
Man
But she had known men like him before and
They had never been what
She expected. “I
just want…”
I don’t know what to
Do, she shakes her head, I don’t know…
“All I know is
Right now is the only thing we have for sure. How
Do we proceed?” He stares at her a minute more. “Do
You know how long I’ve waited for you?
How long I’ve waited for you to look at me like
You never wanted to lose me again? Gazing at me with your
Gorgeous blueeyed
Soul.” It was true, he was now a man that had developed from a boy.
He had grown, he was mature. “I’ll be your Mister”
He grins and thinks, ’til death.
With my heart beating a bass line
And my fingers searching for your own
Meeting in the middle of the table,
A hand-made centerpiece
We think back to earlier days-
Laughing at our happiest moments
Crying at our most defining;
But it seems the memory that we’re making
Is one of our finest ones yet.
Sitting on a dock dividing two oceans-
Dividing lust from love.
You stand and are about to jump in
But I can’t see where you’re headed.
With your words and your actions saying different things.
It’s hard for me to gauge where I stand.
I stand next to you to see
But subconsciously you push me in
And before I know it-
I’m
Falling
In
Love.