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To Say Something Worth While
To say you love me is to accept me at my worst.
It is to hold me from behind and remind myself that life is what you make of it.
Share a smile with me and I will nourish your soul with my words.
I will clasp my arms around your fragile body, whispering fruits into your ears.
Protecting you from the parts of your egos that chase with enduring feats.
I will be there for every heart shattering moment where you feel weak like an old weeping willow.
Shivering in the wind, swaying side to side with sinful fruits weighing your branches down .
To say you love me is to grow old with me.
It is to memorize the wrinkles around my eyes.
To map them out like fault lines in the foot hills.
To see the beauty in a grumpy old man that sits and listens.
To say you love me is to know me.
It is to read me like your favorite book.
To understand where I am coming and going.
To know what stirs my inhibitions.
To say you love me is to always want me.
To share a life worth living.
To travel, to laugh, to cry, to build something bigger.
To say you love, I cannot accept
until you mean it.
It is to hold me from behind and remind myself that life is what you make of it.
Share a smile with me and I will nourish your soul with my words.
I will clasp my arms around your fragile body, whispering fruits into your ears.
Protecting you from the parts of your egos that chase with enduring feats.
I will be there for every heart shattering moment where you feel weak like an old weeping willow.
Shivering in the wind, swaying side to side with sinful fruits weighing your branches down .
To say you love me is to grow old with me.
It is to memorize the wrinkles around my eyes.
To map them out like fault lines in the foot hills.
To see the beauty in a grumpy old man that sits and listens.
To say you love me is to know me.
It is to read me like your favorite book.
To understand where I am coming and going.
To know what stirs my inhibitions.
To say you love me is to always want me.
To share a life worth living.
To travel, to laugh, to cry, to build something bigger.
To say you love, I cannot accept
until you mean it.
Published 9th Dec 2013
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9th Dec 2013 7:28pm
you have a beautiful way with words.
"It is to memorize the wrinkles around my eyes
to map them out like fault lines in the foothills"
just such gorgeous descriptions.
"It is to memorize the wrinkles around my eyes
to map them out like fault lines in the foothills"
just such gorgeous descriptions.
12th Dec 2013 1:03am