February 5, 2007 — age eighteen
(part of a look at the past)
(part of a look at the past)
i like that feeling between sleep and awake–
where you are within every thought i think;
the world spins slow, and time is at a standtill;
your face is flowering my mind,
breathing through my mouth.
my eyes are closed but opened to you,
and i want to flyflyfly into the sunlight, warm.
i like that feeling between sleep and awake–
where love isn’t fake, and you give me butterflies.
stepping on petals of blooming roses;
holding hands in time, forever.
dreaming of love and life and
time is ours, we can’t let this go.
where love isn’t fake, and you give me butterflies.
stepping on petals of blooming roses;
holding hands in time, forever.
dreaming of love and life and
time is ours, we can’t let this go.
i like that feeling between sleep and awake–
where the moon and stars collide,
and forever is created in your eyes;
hold your breath, and i’ll hold your heart
inside my own.
make this go on until the end
(and hope that the end never comes).
i like that feeling between sleep and awake
(and everything else all around).
