He wrote this for me last night, although I don't like the title, it is simply beautiful:
"just bs"
i dont have much to say I guess...
other than..
its strange
and
i like it
and it should be a good year
and
dont ever hate me......
more than you love me
when private feelings become public..
even among a crowd of two...
its silly in a way
and of course i cant help but wonder
will this year will take us both
alone together
and in so many states between...
the little that we know for sure
and that which is beyond question...
and i dont want to let go..
and i dont want to let you go..
and this will change
as this must
and we will change
as we must
but as you sleep..
waiting for me to wake you..
so we can talk and touch
and smoke
another hour or two....
I
cant
hold back the smile..
and
I
feel good...
(belive me..that is very strange for me)
so.......
finshing
another beer
smoking another cigarette...
almost afraid to walk into that other room
to my bed..
where you are asleep..
maybe with a smile on your face...
the way you fell asleep?
i dont know..
and its a bit scary...
the
thought
of walking into that other room..
that promise of another day
the promise of...
so many more
yes...
scary...
and so...
strange..
because
somehow..
that uncertainty..
that nervouse twitch
is almost as sweet
as the second after...
our love cools off
and we both smile..
knowing that the small ending..
is part of a much larger begining...
and...
the beer finshed...
the ciggarette extingiushed..
and this thought left....
at best partialy expressed...
i turn from this screen
towards the other room...
where you lie waitng...
(even while you sleep?)
for both of us..
for the moment between us..
tonite
and tomorrow...
and
some
other day.....
i cant help but smile
*note to the reader*
i have not edited this..much..lol
too new yearsed out to spell correctly..
dont know if ill have a chance to make the preceding any more coherent than it already is..
but it is perfect for what it expresses..
i guess
and i dont want to wake you
but maybe i will
hmmm
"just bs"
i dont have much to say I guess...
other than..
its strange
and
i like it
and it should be a good year
and
dont ever hate me......
more than you love me
when private feelings become public..
even among a crowd of two...
its silly in a way
and of course i cant help but wonder
will this year will take us both
alone together
and in so many states between...
the little that we know for sure
and that which is beyond question...
and i dont want to let go..
and i dont want to let you go..
and this will change
as this must
and we will change
as we must
but as you sleep..
waiting for me to wake you..
so we can talk and touch
and smoke
another hour or two....
I
cant
hold back the smile..
and
I
feel good...
(belive me..that is very strange for me)
so.......
finshing
another beer
smoking another cigarette...
almost afraid to walk into that other room
to my bed..
where you are asleep..
maybe with a smile on your face...
the way you fell asleep?
i dont know..
and its a bit scary...
the
thought
of walking into that other room..
that promise of another day
the promise of...
so many more
yes...
scary...
and so...
strange..
because
somehow..
that uncertainty..
that nervouse twitch
is almost as sweet
as the second after...
our love cools off
and we both smile..
knowing that the small ending..
is part of a much larger begining...
and...
the beer finshed...
the ciggarette extingiushed..
and this thought left....
at best partialy expressed...
i turn from this screen
towards the other room...
where you lie waitng...
(even while you sleep?)
for both of us..
for the moment between us..
tonite
and tomorrow...
and
some
other day.....
i cant help but smile
*note to the reader*
i have not edited this..much..lol
too new yearsed out to spell correctly..
dont know if ill have a chance to make the preceding any more coherent than it already is..
but it is perfect for what it expresses..
i guess
and i dont want to wake you
but maybe i will
hmmm
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illbillzillbub:
that is excellent
ninji:
yummy! waiter, i'll have what cyrano's having--for here, please. wooot!