If We Met Again In Spring--*

I was thinking

Maybe we could talk.

Sit on a wooden bench somewhere

And talk

About anything

If you have time

Start with something simple

Like the weather

Cuz there is a gentle breeze

That flows through your eyelashes

That reminds of me ripe strawberries and apple trees

Birds are singing in perfect tune and the sky is a pretty blue

[If that interests you]

There is something holy about spring

Maybe it’s the way the flowers bloom

I tend to talk too much, so feel free to interrupt

But I am engaged in your sweet smile and the

Way your kiwi eye’s light up

The sun must have been jealous

Never been to fond of love,

But this weather is impressive

And if I could be so suggestive

Could you kiss me on my collar bone?

Lauryn said it was the sweetest thing she’d ever known
And I’d like a taste of my own.

Did you know that your words glow?

You match this season perfectly

And I’m in awe of how well your hand still fits inside mine

And your mind is genius and I’d like to keep

Pieces of you in my pockets to kiss when

The winds hit my blushed cheeks.

Lust speaks whenever you pour out with laughter,

I’m sure you’ve heard of happily ever after

And I’m really not looking for one.

But I want a happily ever now, because after will be too late

So it would be great if you could just hold me

And maybe whisper sweet something’s into my ear

[Who wants to hear nothings?]

Because I am broken and you are the closest

Thing to glue that I can find, and I don’t expect you

To get it right the first time, but I would love to see you try

Than to remain in my broken state wondering if

Your spring could have raised me back to life.

Your summer gave birth to me once, so I was just hoping

That with winter gone and all, we could sneak to that place

When you uttered the most beautiful of words to me at

5:43 in the morning when the sun was becoming vibrant

And you continuously said “I dig you”.

Revived and alive,

I sang in your summer.

Yes, your spirit made me sing!

And now I’d like to sprang in your spring.

Jump with colors you painted along my bridges

I was just thinking.

If we could just talk..

Maybe spring would listen.

EYE.ELL.YOU.

--tictac.

OH HELLO SPRING.

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