It's nice to be read.
Finding a place where people will read what you write is a great feeling.
As opposed to a state of being
My perfection is a fluid thing
A destination that is never reached
Without the agreement of her heart
But without it, there is no start
No fire to warm, no blood to boil
Just more expectation of toil
Independence only found in space
Proximity causes no heart to race
No warming touch, no lips caress
No bared skin to chase the mess
Try as I may, I will never quite reach
Without the agreement of her heart
So how do I start?
Between self-perception, and the outside view
Of how you see me, when I give all to you
A hot and windy August afternoon
Has the trees in constant motion
With a flash of silver leaves
As they're rocking in the breeze
The boy lies in the grass with one blade
Stuck between his teeth
A vague sensation quickens
In his young and restless heart
And a bright and nameless vision
Has him longing to depart
The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs
Dances on the edge of his dream
And her voice rings in his ears
Like the music of the spheres
The boy lies in the grass, unmoving
Staring at the sky
His mother starts to call him
As a hawk goes soaring by
The boy pulls down his baseball cap
And covers up his eyes
You move me
You move me
With your buildings and your eyes
Autumn woods and winter skies
You move me
You move me
Open sea and city lights
Busy streets and dizzy heights
You call me
You call me
Too many hands on my time
Too many feelings
Too many things on my mind
When I leave, I don't know
What I'm hoping to find
When I leave, I don't know
What I'm leaving behind
COMMENTS
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STABB666
19:00 Nov 27 2024
So I've been told...
vXVampre
02:10 Nov 28 2024
I read this. You're welcome. :-P
birra
01:54 Nov 30 2024
LOL