Your eyes enchant me,and I slip beneath your spell.Your magic moves me.
The gentle, artificial breeze of a passing train is a moment of peace,my mouth full of mint mouthwash, and the memory of my lover,so I don’t speak,certain that they will fall and fade away if my lips were to part. I really needed this moment.
Boo Hoo Blue
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,because they’re blue.Blue, like the oceans I gaze upon when she is gone.Blue, like the moon on a hopeful night.Blue, like the dewy, jewell encrusted sky that sits above us, as I wait.Blue, like my heart, when minutes become hours, and hours become aching.
I wait by the Tilbury ferry,feeling the washed out wind in my hair,and your name in my ear,from nobody at all.It’s not a place that holds a place in our story,but it’s quiet and quaint, so, I think you might like it. I broke your heart,and last night I wrote a song where I finally…
You cascade crystal jewels,delicious and precious,soft breaths escape ,and I’d give anything for these seconds to stay a little longer.