I run into the strong hold, but would that be enough? I turn my head as the green pastures signal a new life. I look around and feel that one heartbeat. Where are you? I ask into the wind. That one beautiful heart is longing for my touch. I try to break free from this bond that tears me apart. I watch the sun set silently; the colors splash and painted into the sky.
Caution is the only thing I know, but be dammed if that is all I know. For the love of caution is so much stronger in my taste buds. I run, but to where do I run? I wish upon the stars that protect this night sky. Once upon a time my life is like a mirror-glass. This is it as I turn around and find that one heart again. What do I tell her? What do I tell her? For I am only wind as I gently kiss her skin; a bead of water gently flows down her skin. I wonder if this is my life. Where do I go? Who will ever hear me? I am in love; in love with this human. OOO how I wish it is easy.
I am only the wind, but if only I can touch her. Showing her how much she is missing in my world. I throw my head back and laugh. She turns around wondering what that noise is. I think about her; about how much her touch is like a beautiful tower; strong yet with the essence of a woman’s touched. I try calling out to her, but she will never see. How could any human see wind? My touch drips and slips away from her. I am transparent and no love can ever bring me alive. I watch her above these clouds as everyone down there continues with their lives. What am I supposed to do? Who do I turn to?
Caution is the only thing I know, but be dammed if that is all I know. For the love of caution is so much stronger in my taste buds. I run, but to where do I run? I wish upon the stars that protect this night sky. Once upon a time my life is like a mirror-glass. This is it as I turn around and find that one heart again. What do I tell her? What do I tell her? For I am only wind as I gently kiss her skin; a bead of water gently flows down her skin. I wonder if this is my life. Where do I go? Who will ever hear me? I am in love; in love with this human. OOO how I wish it is easy.
I am only the wind, but if only I can touch her. Showing her how much she is missing in my world. I throw my head back and laugh. She turns around wondering what that noise is. I think about her; about how much her touch is like a beautiful tower; strong yet with the essence of a woman’s touched. I try calling out to her, but she will never see. How could any human see wind? My touch drips and slips away from her. I am transparent and no love can ever bring me alive. I watch her above these clouds as everyone down there continues with their lives. What am I supposed to do? Who do I turn to?
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