Sunday, August 23, 2009

I would give it all up for alliteration.

It always seems to be raining on the way to your city
The clouds part just enough for me to push through.
Somewhere between the departure and the destination,
I feel clarity.

My heart feels alive with every kiss,
My hands lose control with every word.
My nails look afright.
Forgive me.

I am building a monument of your heart.
Crumbling like Giza.
We will rise from the ruins, and loot the place for what's ours.


I think it's romantic, too.