Your magnetic pull...
Lie next to me.
I’m begging you.
Grab me in your arms and don’t let go.
Push my hair back from my face and then just keep playing with it.
Kiss my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, and don’t stop.
But don’t walk away.
Don’t say, “I’ll call you, babe,” and then run back to her.
Don’t kiss me long and hard when it’s only goodbye.
Don’t hold me and then look at me with that look when you’re the one leaving.
Baby, sometimes I’m dying.
My heart is broken.
My cheeks are wet.
My eyes are stinging and dripping.
And you’re not there.
Sometimes I’m full of life.
My eyes are brilliant green-that color you always say colors your world with ecstasy.
My cheeks are flushed with joy.
My lips are parted and smiling.
My heart expands and slams into my ribs, beating strong.
And you’re not there.
Sometimes I sing for you.
My entire body hums with the rhythm of how much I adore you.
My lyrics are memories enveloped in words.
My microphone is merely a tool to illustrate my love.
My hips sway and shake and my heart burns with the need for you to be holding me.
And you’re not there.
Today I’m so-so.
My eyes are dull.
My guitar sounds flat, like the melodies from my soul need tuning.
The sunshine only annoys me.
My heart’s only here to pump blood.
You are not here.
So next time you are.
Don’t expect me to be.
***
I hope Ville doesn't actually feel this way. If he does, though, it would not surprise me.
It's only a little one. I know it's not near enough to make up for my long absence, and I promise I'll fix that soon.
I like it, actually. Do you? (Comments are like pennies in my poor college student existence! ;))
I’m begging you.
Grab me in your arms and don’t let go.
Push my hair back from my face and then just keep playing with it.
Kiss my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, and don’t stop.
But don’t walk away.
Don’t say, “I’ll call you, babe,” and then run back to her.
Don’t kiss me long and hard when it’s only goodbye.
Don’t hold me and then look at me with that look when you’re the one leaving.
Baby, sometimes I’m dying.
My heart is broken.
My cheeks are wet.
My eyes are stinging and dripping.
And you’re not there.
Sometimes I’m full of life.
My eyes are brilliant green-that color you always say colors your world with ecstasy.
My cheeks are flushed with joy.
My lips are parted and smiling.
My heart expands and slams into my ribs, beating strong.
And you’re not there.
Sometimes I sing for you.
My entire body hums with the rhythm of how much I adore you.
My lyrics are memories enveloped in words.
My microphone is merely a tool to illustrate my love.
My hips sway and shake and my heart burns with the need for you to be holding me.
And you’re not there.
Today I’m so-so.
My eyes are dull.
My guitar sounds flat, like the melodies from my soul need tuning.
The sunshine only annoys me.
My heart’s only here to pump blood.
You are not here.
So next time you are.
Don’t expect me to be.
***
I hope Ville doesn't actually feel this way. If he does, though, it would not surprise me.
It's only a little one. I know it's not near enough to make up for my long absence, and I promise I'll fix that soon.
I like it, actually. Do you? (Comments are like pennies in my poor college student existence! ;))