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Sunday, September 26, 2010

Her Paramour

the bandit with the sparkley smile-
sneaking through the night,
strong hands, and eyes that beguile,
looking for a fight.
Footsteps left leading up and up-
through dirt, and rock, and sand.
like the trail would never end.
thats where it all began.
she was shaking, hearts were racing-
but it was zero gravity from there.
so she let herself go and let her self fall,
and felt the wind rush through her hair.
felt that feeling in her stomach, that sickly tumble of butterflies.
she felt her chest beat louder,
for once-
she felt alive.
a perfect puzzle formed on the edge of his arms ending with his fingertips,
that she was a part of,
and she'd give her heart up,
to forever just- do this.
it's true, she had fallen hard into a trap of his,
but at the same time tangled herself up in a more dangerous web of her own.
and she wanted nothing more than to stay there,
and to make his heart her home.
but the clocks ticked,
and their watches chimed,
and the earth shook real slow.
slow enough for love.
fast enough to not be able to let it go.
early one day she sat where he slept,
with a heavy heart, unable to even think.
she kissed his cheek and scrawled down
her words to him in black ink.
and in that moment she signed away her soul,
she gave him all of her,
and gave him all control. ..
the connection they have is so beautiful,
the closest thing i've ever seen to perfection,
a perfection she's never before believed in,
but he-
is her only exception.

When..

when you can feel each others heartbeat-
from miles and miles away,
when you can talk and talk forever-
without having anything to say,
when you can't stand one moment-
of being angry or mad,
when you hurt as well,
when they feel sad,
when being together-
just makes sense.
and lonely Saturdays-
are all past tense,
when you know just whats-
going on inside their head,
when you are with someone else-
you wish it was them instead,
when you tell them everything-
even of what your ashamed,
you have a million inside jokes,
a million nicknames.
so many memories-
to many to count,
every picture a story, or how that day went,
every weekend- and adventure,
oh how it could be spent,
when you have it all and more,
and then others just pretent,
you know you've found them,
and you love them,
they're forever.
bestfriend.