Today was a lonely day. Not a bad day, a sad day, or a for nothing day... just lonely. I long to write a love song, or diddy, or think of love at all without the element of unknown. I wish to see a face instead of dream of a formless, unknown persona whose soul sings in harmony with mine. But he remains a mystery as yet unsolved......
Touch my cheek with your hand, not your words;
make me believe your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for speaking now.
I don't need fancy lines of flowing syallables,
please just twirl me round and round under the stars;
make me believe your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for speaking now.
Entwine my hair 'twen your rough hewn fingers,
trace your thoughts upon my skin;
make me trust your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for lying now.
Lift me up on winds of passion, round stars and moon,
and under clouds of mingled perfumes;
make me high with your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for storytelling now.
Lay me down on pillows of soft, weightless air,
cover me with you, all of you, keeping nothing back;
make me feel safe with your talking eyes,
your lips aren't for promises now.
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