Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Wednesday, 13 April 2011
How thing's change.
I remember once,
not too long ago -
I gazed awe struck at the way in which people would caress each other,
confused.
I didn't understand how the space between two people,
miraculously became no space at all...
How the individuals wanted it to be that way.
I understand perfectly now.
What doesn't make sense,
is being any other way.
I can't stop touching you,
Can't get enough of your hands on me.
I can't stop kissing you.
It makes less sense that there could be a you
without me.
And the space between us stretches and retracts,
Its no space at all.
And I can't believe once upon a time -
not too long ago,
I wouldn't have been able to fathom this at all.
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And the space between us stretches and retracts,
ReplyDeleteIts no space at all.
babe, this is just beautiful.
lovelovelovelovelove.
ReplyDeleteas always.
xo
"It makes less sense that there could be a you
ReplyDeletewithout me."
That's a powerful line. Great piece.
wow
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