Where are the things you cling to tonight?
When candles birth shadows
to darken your skin
and your waiting for him
To call
To text
To come by and rest
his thoughts and worries on your smooth shoulders
that hold boulders of your own self doubt
So now what do you dream about?
Something sensual
something concentual
Maybe even just his breath on your lips
As he leans in close
tells you that its always been you both
and how lovely the candles extenuate
the hues of your garden green eyes
Where are the things you cling to tonight?
Clinging to wrong
when it hurts to be right