So what if we’re hiding beneath the sheets
I lost my zeal, maybe it’s back at the
Restaurant we were rendezvousing
Who knew, I’m still at the altar with you
My forehead on the ground
I don’t ever want to leave
Plowing through giving up to
What’s not for me is not for you
Then we say what we say
Free spirit but I cannot
If the ramp is closed
Stops signs are red
Salivating is dead
What’s up what’s down
Do you have eyes that work?
Talk less breathe more
When it gets slow
Open it
Can you hear our laughter
From across the courtyard?
When the sun goes under at four
Will you find more time to
Say what you mean and come clean
Most people don’t speak what they feel
I get why it’s hard to peel back the
Layers to display it vulnerably
Sometimes we say goodbye
But we have no choice if we said hello
Inevitably there are
A lot of leaves on the tree
Any one could drop
Peach clouds and whipped cream
It takes awhile to melt
But a slow burn feels good
© GÄ
Poétique 