The leaves are golden,
and the curves of your body enfold me,
as I lie awake,
and listen to you waste your sleep, breathing.1
I'm humming my dreams to you,
as you fight for your own-- deep in sleep.2
You once said, "When the leaves fall, I'll have to go."
I anticipated it would be this way.
You would rip me to shreds,
slice through my skin with your sweet words,
grasp my heart furiously
and pretend it didn't happen.3
I'm tumbling into you.
I'm tumbling into us.
I'm tumbling into this!4
And you've still got your balance. 5
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it's whatever.
Comments
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Intriguing.
Its lovely and reminds me of the movie Sweet November.
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Thanks!
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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