no.12:petrichor

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it's the smell after the rain
after the tears and the pain
the lingering dawn that turns midnight into day

you're the rose that intertwines in my heartstrings
the jolt of my skin when you're whispering
the petals striking my cheek when i'm crying
and the tickling conscience that i'm admiring

i think of you way more then i probably should
that's why if you were a rose, you'd bloom in my heart if you could

as i'm writing this now, i want to run to you
i want to hold you in my arms and never let go of you
i know i'm not supposed to get this emotional
let me admit it: i read your words like a devotional
you're so versatile, you're like the topic of sex: softly notional
i'm not even afraid to say how badly i want you
cause you're the only guy i know who's hip to
uniqueness and who i've exposed my weaknesses to
the person i'll only run to when i feel blue
i'd forgive you 77 x 7 times
i'd give you the world, if only it were mines
i'd give you this letter
but i'm afraid i don't know you
i just know i'm not happy
if i ain't got you.

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