Right now,all I want for Christmas is some diamonds,maybe a mansion,and something sweet and simple like a lie in,with toasty sheets and a duvet that holds me as if she is deeply in love,but as times goes on,and I count down on my calendar,I imagine I will settle for baking a batch of botched cookies…

The future found me,wandering and wondering,and as we danced in the dark dawn,the last of autumn’s leaves twirling to the ground,I became an oracle.

You call to me from your bedsheets,say you’d rather see me dead than to see me with another girl,butterflies whirl,and in the middle of the night,when I dance through your dreams,your name is smeared across my lips in stardust. Starstruck.

You inspired me with a soulful performance of vulnerability,something sent to be seen by my eyes, and my eyes alone,true blue truth from my brown eyed belle,a single tear traces down your clear skin as you clutch me in your embrace,Glenn Miller filling the air,afraid I will run, again. Your fear is not unfounded,but I’ve…