Before you and I were stirred
into vanishing trickles of taste...
I think I will write you a love sonnet
With all of the cliche' sugar a spice...
Faint thoughts of you are abound but thoughts...
And as I dig into the infinity of imagination...
Today
i want nothing but to reach for your hand...
I GAVE HIM ONE LAST CHANCE
ONE LAST CHANCE TO PROVE THAT IT'LL BE DIFFERENT...
You guard me in my unresponsive sleep
and I wonder how I came to live a fantasy...
The closest thing to: Never being able to see...
As the recent past has sat on the doorstep of 'no...
Touch me like I am your only one.
I've been thinking about it...
You nudged me in white rings of escape,
my fingers drifting across your hazel drops...
I don't play you;
I just love to play together with you...
I passed my love on a bridge
Standing all alone on her own...
Mis alas,
escuches...