The feel to have another set of lips upon yours,
It’s magical.
Just the right amount of pressure.
*sigh* You all know what I’m talking about.
The perfect kiss!
But besides the kiss,
There’s that person.
Just someone.
Just someone to hug, kiss, and love.
Just someone for you.
Just for you.
And when that someone comes from behind, and wraps their arms around your waist. Or when you hold their hand. You’re invincible.
There goes those butterflies everywhere. A feeling usually hated, but loved in this case.
You never want it to end.
It’s just great, to… just to hold… that person… who is just someone.
Drip, drip, drip.
The faucet. It’s always been like that. You’re too used to it to care.
But… imagine this;
It’s 1:30 in the morning. You’re laying on the couch. Just chillin’. Watching T.V.
Drip, drip, drip.
“I seriously need to fix that.” you think to yourself.
Then… quite weirdly, and quite randomly, it hits you. Your dreams are slipping away. Just like the-
Drip, drip, drip.
Suddenly, fixing that faucet is all you can focus on. Before, that was just a part of life, something overlooked everyday. But now… it feels as though… it IS your life.
Drip, drip, drip.
Time… no, not just time, but LIFE is slipping away, never to be refunded.
So much for being relaxed…
Drip, drip, drip.
STOP! Just STOP! Stop it all.
Your mind is racing.
Why are you just sitting there, wasting your time? What are you going to do tomorrow? Waste your time then, too? Just so many things…
Just go fix that damned faucet!
Drip, drip, drip.
Hey, look at that, your show is back on! The faucet can wait…
Drip, drip, drip.
Isn’t it pretty?
A long stretch of just sand?
And the ocean right next to you.
And beautiful palm trees! You can’t forget!
And that sun! Oh my!
Wearing your bright color swimsuit, you are ready for anything that comes your way!
Oh no. You could be wrong.
In fact, you are.
While you are smiling to yourself,
Oblivious to everything,
You aren’t thinking about the rest of the world, are you?
Poverty.
Something that infests Africa and other continents. Hundreds, thousands, die everyday.
War.
Iraq.
Death there too.
And hatred.
You can’t get rid of that overnight.
Global warming.
I can’t wait till we all die! YAY!
The future, something we can’t avoid.
Where are we leading to?
Gonna end up?
Sometimes, I’m glad that I’m going to die someday.
So, back to the beach.
It isn’t so grand.
Is it?
Sitting on a bench,
I sit on your lap,
I lean back so are heads next to each other,
I close my eyes,
You start whispering,
Almost singing,
So rhythmic,
So peaceful,
You start whispering those sweet nothing into my ear.
Some things are cheesy,
Some are sassy,
And some, most, were… sweet.
I tilt my head,
We kiss,
I then stand up,
Grab your hand,
And walk peacefully away,
From that lovely, little bench,
Knowing that those “sweet nothings”,
Are everything.
From the President to the homeless, and everyone in between, EVERYONE has flaws.
From… men to women,
From… babies to adults,
From… lefties to righties,
From… believers to atheists.
Flaws, flaws, flaws.
“I’ll be there for you, always.”
No. You won’t.
We won’t, see everything eye-to-eye.
So shut it and move along. Nice talking to you.
Flaws, flaws, flaws.
“I’ll love you forever.”
No. You won’t.
We don’t see everything eye-to-eye.
So shut it and move along. Nice talking to you.
Silly, stupid flaws.
You gotta love ‘em.
Everyday,
We drive somewhere.
In our cars,
Polluting the air.
We say we care,
We say we wanna do something about it.
But do we?
Nah.
Someone else will.
For sure.
Honk, Honk.
Road Rage.
Something we all have one time or another.
“He cut me off!”
So?
You aren’t dead.
Shut up.
Honk, Honk.
Time rules out lives.
Rush Hour.
Yes, the dreaded rush hour.
Global Warming,
Unwanted, unneeded anger.
Stress.
Waste of time.
Wake up world.
Honk, Honk.
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