Intention

This is not an epic set in modern times

There is no need for poems or your useless rhymes,

This is where I draw the line and I'm serious, I will not be a part of this..

But then again..

It's been so long since I've been kissed

Since I felt a hand around my wrist

A heart under a chest

A slow steady breath

An excercise that leaves nothing left..

This is not my style, so you must take care

I am fragile and worse, I don't need you here

This was not my intention, in fact I wish I never had done

But here we are so you may buy me a drink, and only one..

But then again..

I have learned of longing, or more precisely, the absence of

I was scared to find I could be content to live my days without love

You have made me foolish, you have lost my nerve,

You have put us on a path we didn't deserve

This is not a romance, where it all works out,

You sowwed the seeds of uncertainty, now you reap the doubt..

But then again..

There were times you surprised me, where you made me strong

There were times you impressed me and admitted your wrongs

There is hope but it's fleeting, what chance do we have

Its getting late and by the eleventh hour, you'll just have to ask

Intertwined

With bells on, leaning forward, keen as morning sunshine, keeping calm, keeping warm,

But then alarm bells, startled backwards, frozen like a blizzard, lovestruck strong;

Tummy shudders, gentle caress, elevated heart rate, lowered breathe;

Icy eyes, charming smile, passion like a storm, 

Intent in a clenched fist, goosebumps down your arm;

Midnight spill, morning guilt, hesitant laughter, awkward pauses, shit-eating grin, 

Should have left before sunrise, God's scrutiny, forseeable consequences, shouldn't sin;

Knowing gaze, subtle blush, sentimental good morning touch;

Entwined fingers face the day, and leave behind the bed they made.

Mine

You wanted a second opinion when our canary died,

You pushed further into the abyss

And I was reminded of the time we were stranded 

In that Portugese police station stitch

My favorite t-shirt and all of those pictures

Stolen by wandering tramps 

But all of my feelings were trapped by the ceiling

Hammered down like passport stamps

Was I to blame, because I took the bait

Or were you to blame for seeing too late

That the writing on the wall 

Said this place has been closed

Its a danger to be here at all