Be Near.

This action we take,
the importance of our reaction
and the avenues we take;

Up off Ontario.

When we drive,

well, when I drive

Kept for Myself.

My Father is my friend.
I'm glad for his existence,

Mum.

If it were able...

Opportune Opportunity

Four months later.

To you;

I'm not standing in the past

waving my feelings from side to side 

like flagging down a plane whilst

stranded for what feels like a lifetime.

On the island of scared.

I'm holding the present and future,

with it's golden strands keeping me warm,

as I gift the gift I'd love to give to you.

Perhaps I will, as soon as I see you again.

This is not about you.
nor anyone in particular.

Quarter note to eighth

I look at you,
and I want to dance.
Be carefree and flawless.
With simple movements in time
and a pasted smile hung on my face.

submit to dream.

Take your notebook
and a pen.

Write it down,
hell, write anything down.

Rip it out, and throw it away.

Your mouth tastes of whiskey and cigarettes.
Not as roll your own, and whiskey of a high regard.
And now that it's down to just you and I around here...

I'll roll my head back and let my shoulders lax.

Your cut sweater and shorter skirt reveal your true intent
Anything could be playing in the background... lights on or off...
I wouldn't want it any other way.

When you call, I don't tell.

it is disconcerting to me,
how much I love you.

And even though I know that
you also do,
I believe that you do not

know(!) how much I want to talk,
and listen

Long enough.

there are these moments where I want to kiss you.

affect

I walked right past the car,
and walked down the street.

On these warm days (oh how I'm effected by my environment)
in November, even in the fall, I'm a non-fickle
decided individual. Sun with it's warmth, the breeze with a
sense of change, something to swallow down and fill your lungs with.

It has an ability to hold my attention,
such as your hand on my leg.