Friday, November 4, 2011

This Winter...

The nights should stand still.

I like this feeling of being inarticulate. Words don't communicate too much, anyway. They are just there... incomplete. You know?
I also like arms. Just being wrapped around them. It's prettier in my head than it is in words. You know? Since, words don't communicate much, anyway? In strong arms. It sometimes doesn't even matter to whom the arms belong to sometimes. Yea.. it's probably slutty that way. But wrapped cozy, the sighs almost hurt. They burn.
I like 'tomorrow' and the fact that I seemingly know absolutely nothing about it.
If I think about it... like, really think-
If I were a dream, I would probably be made of silk.
Again, it's prettier in my head than it is in words.
You know? Since, words don't communicate much, anyway?
If I were a dream, I would dare you to dream me, you little stranger.
We should stay close...
Forget the world.
Lie next to each other till the end of time.
Blame our bodies for everything, even though it's the breath that gets most action.
Let's be soulmates.
Only for this winter...

Of course, the nights should stand still.

10 comments:

  1. If I were a dream, I would probably be made of air that goes places or just stands still.
    But then again, its prettier in our heads:)

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  2. The winters... and to have someone's arms wrapped around you..

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  3. I also like hands around me..could me anyone's
    And No...its not slutty

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  4. Let's be soulmates. Only for this winter...
    :)

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  5. I love your blog. Yes. Its always prettier in the head.

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  6. Blame the winters, instead for the feeling. Love it, plum :)

    Love, ~Moonlight~ :)

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  7. Words never communicate the real emotion. Beautiful lines!

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  8. "Blame our bodies for everything, even though it's the breath that gets most action."
    Love love love it :)

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