One more day passed in fatigue
Still blushing over the way you laid
The way you talked
The way you thought
The way you looked out the window
Wondering what you were pondering…
I guess it’s the intimacies that escaped your bedroom
When you were travelling back home
Came through my screen
Camped in my heart
Tickled my eyes
Triggered my tears
The cardigans gave warmth to my cold cold room
The winter sun wouldn’t dare to compare
Maybe we can go for a walk
Talk about fears and authority
Then get a cup of coffee
Drink it before it loses its warmth to the wind
Probably we’ll laugh about the hiccups after fast drinking
A night with old movies could be nice
But Id rather just read, write or paint
whilst the inspiration of heartbeats are still around.
Of course you are welcome to join.
What a dangerous place to be
You make me want to write
Sincerely0428 