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.
Daisies dance in the distance as we drive by,your hands on the car,but your stare, shared by me and the road ahead,my head, full of my fantasies,and my presumptuous questions that must be kept captive behind my lovestruck lips.It’s just a miserable, mundane morning,but with you, the world weaves magic into the stuffy air,and I…