Feburary has begun to set fire and it's said that white doves sing,
Set to the background of a playground, monkey bars and swings.
The two things that meant the world to us while were still so young
The only two things that could hurt our hands and set fire to our tongues and still attain our love.
Now it's all about staying up till four am with the intent to satisfy needs,
Forget the cuts and bruises now, the sex replacing swings.
We've made enough coffee now to hold us out till June
And all I can tell you is I've got a caffeine headache now, but I'll rough it out for you.
Why yes, you could call me noble but I think that's a little extreme;
Everything I ever did was to hear the resounding sound of you breathing through your teeth.
A satisfying melody to my selective hearing, as we set to fire the trees
Igniting the days of our innocence, the days where it was an accomplishment to count by threes.
But now we've replaced those polly pockets and that little dress
With a new found kind of deviance and the clothes lay at the foot of the bed.
And outside of the window, you can hear the squeak of the swing none the less
A tribute, a string quartet to the days of your blatant ignorance and innocence
I'm not asking you to give up anything but the seasons have changed your mind
And I figured that I would tell you right now.. this headache is worth the time.
I think i might grow carpal tunnel of the wrist if I continue to satisfy the need
Of brushing your hair out of your face each and every time you look at me.
Oh, I'll give up the matchbox cars, trading cards, all the old records and cds.
And the only way I want to feel you right now is the sensation of your hips leaving me.
Playing on the monkey bars while Feburary sets fire and the doves begin to sing.
Daddy's little girl has left the sand box now, to a martyr she now sings.
I hope you know that everything I've ever done in my life, I did it all for you.
"I think i might grow carpal tunnel of the wrist if I continue to satisfy the need"
^^. A very interesting line, none the less.
Huhm, you know.. the question still remains without an answer, why is it that people who care; end up falling on their face?
Don't take in account this was related to your poem, don't want to insult you. I continue to ask, and never get a straight answer.. People always say that ".. It's because the person that is getting the care.. is too selfish to give it back"..
I've also heard ".. maybe the person never cared to watch the other fall?" But what an answer that is! Throwing a guestin back in my face! ha.
That's so good, Ian. It's actually not my favorite, but I really started liking it near the end.
How you made it seem like lust at the beginning and such a sweetness at the end was very classy.
I also loved that you said: "Oh, I'll give up the matchbox cars, trading cards, all the old records and cds." I'm not sure why. I just really liked the fact of the message; you'd give up everything to please her, maybe?
Well, that's what I got out of it.
I love your work.