I keep thinking of so many thoughts I would like to wash them away. Like how the sea meets the shore drifting things slowly astray. I feel like I'm drowning yet still afloat. But for how long... Should I write you a note? The beauty of you reminds me of the moon kissing the sea. Should I tell you or keep it with me? Would you accept the fact or would you react? Time is slow but yet so fast, maybe I would tell you at last!
A little butterfly flew into my life for the briefest amount of time Although I wanted to hold her, I knew that she could never be mine Forced to marvel at her beauty through words and from afar I watched as this monarch lit here and there, this luna danced with the stars
This game of life simply has to many dam rules And to step outside of the boundaries has a way of ending cruel But to long to touch this little butterfly that has fluttered into my sight To be caught and held by me, possibly she would die from fright
Words! Oh, how you master words. Gifts! Oh, how you know how to choose. Kind Acts! You can be sweeter than honey. Pleasing! You bend over backward. Apology! You are the master of "sorry." Wine! And perfect dining. Then to bed for amazing, breathless sex. THE HOUR has been perfect. Then you wakeup and the 23 hours of hell starts. Abusive words, pushing, shoving, maybe a slap, threats, slammed doors; and the fires of rage burns until the 1 hour of heaven returns. I wonder if 1...