Everything you are to me,
Is a blessing I'll never deserve.
It's that surging swell of desire
That hides in your every curve.
It's the way you move when you're happy
All the singing and dancing too.
It's the way your eyes grow softer
Than mine ever do, looking up at you.
It's in the way you smile at me,
Like a parent to a child.
It's how I feel when I touch you.
Like the end to my long exile.
Everything you are to me,
Is the fuel that pulls me along.
It's your face that I see
Listening to the silliest song.
I know somedays you hate yourself,
When you can barely look in the mirror.
And the world tells you horrible things,
Your dreams evanesce in a zephyr.
I'd break the world for hurting you,
Smash every hateful face I see.
But you would only stroke my cheek,
And whisper, "Just let it be."
Hear my words, Morning Star
and know them to be true.
I'd break all my rules for you,
Just the way you are.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
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Aruna'...I'd be curious to see how you pull off a Haiku. Not a test, just mere intrigue, my friend; kinda like wondering how Usher would perform Sam Cook, but Seal beat him to it.
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