so maybe it’s not meant to be and you can drop the other shoe,
you know, the glass one.
just, throw it away and start another coffee and a book.
It’s the beauty in the sparkles
thousand sparkles shine so bright
sparkles of my broken mind
like the last flames in your womb
while the orgasm still comforts
shattered pieces of me rattle free
so frightening this feeling inside
it could be me drowning to survive.
I don’t care if you’re not fit enough, I care only for your eyes.
That spark deep down your look that brings me there and I forget myself.
Your hunger makes me want and I must have, but waiting, well…
Waiting makes me think and troubles me so much that I must have.
Just the right words, just the right glaze and I’m yours, all of myself, given.
It doesn’t matter if the time goes by, I don’t care about the older us.
One promise I need from you, and are not the rings or the kids to bring.
Always want me so much that I’ll always lose myself in your arms.