And just for thought...
You will tell me beautifully spoken words.
A lovely little melody that swoons my heart.
Your touch is a ray of long, lost sunshine.
Do you mean all these perfect gestures?
Do you understand that your sweet touch leaves a residue of salt?
A bitter taste left in the cracks of these overly kissed lips,
a scar left behind from your dazzling spear.
You know the right lyrics to my soul
but you play your tunes without an encore,
always leaving me begging for more.
You force me to believe your wickedly sweet glance.
You must receive some sort of pleasure from my lustful stares.
I am not your poetic flower or a lost angel that you caught with your palms.
You caress me with a lover's promise but I know.
Do you mean what flows from your devilishly handsome tongue?
Do you know the after taste that your sour lines leave?
You know where to love me, how to love me
but I'll always just be your fool.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.