Tag: cute

Counting Freckles (Actually Good Version)

I can’t articulate the anger I’m feeling right now at the Gaia
When the rays sneak past your curtains and intrude the picturesque scene
I couldn’t even conceive the idea of turning a band new page
Pushing the previous day to the side to start one without you
Take refuge with me within the darkness of the sheets
Under the covers where time is forced to cease
And the cancer rays have no chance of pierce through our reality
To me it’s still Sunday, hours pass like seconds and sonnets pass like comments

There’s no chance at coherent through or complex social patterns
My body is turned to stone and my mind moulded into cookie dough
All I can I do pay silent tribute to your adorable little grin
Your early morning mop, the auditory bliss of a morning yawn
It’s a self inflicted disability, but I couldn’t even begin to complain
So here we are at the advent of the afternoon, and I’m just counting freckles

And now we’re in a very special place, where we reject the visionary senses
But I can tell your resting your head on my chest, when I feel your respiratory rhythm
It feels like a waste to stay dormant when I’m teased by your perfect silhouette
The eyes may fail, but every follicle that comes into contact with mine
It paints a very clear picture of the masterpiece that lay before me
So I trace a Piccaso with my nails on the cavans that was gifted for me
Each corner I turn sends the signal for the hairs to reach for the skies
The goosebumps start to rise and your back begins to arch
You grapplehook my attention with that debilitating gaze
You don’t move a muscle and you wouldn’t dare say a word
But the ripples in the atmosphere that come from the flicker of your brow
I’ve bathed in the darkness long enough to know exactly what it is your asking for 
So I start to change the course, and begin trace a figure eight
At the intersection where the sun never shines, yet still flourishes 

My body is turned to stone and my mind moulded into cookie dough
All I can do is silently worship your illuminating kisses
So here we are, coming up to the tail end of the afternoon
And all I want to do is keep counting eyelashes

The Most Romantic Reaction

Found this little cheesy number I wrote when I was 18, thought i’d share it with ya’llz, I think I posted this once then deleted out of shame, fear and more shame, but then I thought y’know… don’t forget where you came from yo yo

Bring me down slowly to the structures of old 
A barren ally wasteland to avoid the coming cold 
With objectives to make the truth to me clear 
Inching ever closer to a scheme to pry on fear 

Tear down the image of your dame 
Due to the lack of intentions to tame 
Now she’s on her claim to fame 
Any ideals you had hath been slain 

Distruaght by the truth, nothing short of bruised, and rather confused
Questioning what it is i’m now supposed to do 
She closes in and, wisper so softly 
‘You don’t need to witness this foley’ 
And i just know, she could be the one to save me 

No please don’t go 
Settle down, Take a seat 
Wrap yourself in my image 
And please stay with me 

Now just remeber what your mother told you son 
Their are rules and things that simply cannot be done 
But now the push has come to shove time to take your turn 
Prehaps after caving in you could tell her what you learned 

The plot thickens and i think ‘it’s great’ 
Victims to perpetraitors in seconds stright 
A twinkle in the eye hints at the sin 
How could we ever explain were we’ve been? 

‘Don’t blame yourself’ She states as she straifs in, ever so closer 
We’re millimeters away from commiting the ultimate sin 
Dispite what you have been told by many 
Thoese rules seem so unesscercy 
I’ve never felt so close and yet so far 

No please don’t go 
Hold on now, Take my hand 
Wrap yourself in my image 
And please come home with me