Loving You
Loving you is pricking my finger on a rose. And you baby, you shine so bright in the darkness. I almost lose myself in a garden of weeds then I think of you and it takes me back to the days when chivalry was present. Back in the days when I was afraid to lose the one who meant the most. You see, in all of the confusion I get lost in the intricate artwork that bends and twists lines, crossing over paths and doing the impossible to create perfection. Please know I’m talking about the red veins in your eyes, for I know of much heart ache you’ve been through. I see you as a calm wave in the Bermuda triangle, covered by myth and broken stories. I play you like sheet music going after high notes, never reaching my goal, but trying every time. If it makes me a bad person for wanting the best, then lock me in Davy Jones locker and look away when I sink to the darkness. Sometimes when I think of you, my heart wants to fall out of my head. I know you say that can’t be so, but I swear I put emotion into my logic. Pardon my rudeness, I don’t mean to offend thee but ‘God has given you a face and you make yourself another’ William Shakespeare. Don’t fret for I catch all of your rain drops into a nice bucket, then splash it upon the demons who wronged you and watch them burn in your holy water. Think of me as the remote to your TV, your wish is my command. But baby please, don't cry when I leave, I won't be there to hold the bucket.
Copyright © Megan Biem | Year Posted 2015
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