||[Nov. 9th, 2008|08:25 pm]
What do I do about you?|
You're the most beautiful.
The most beautiful.
I would leave it all for you so fast. We'd run away forever, up into the clouds, where the princes come from. And rainbows would fall from the sky where our love was made, to grace the world with such beauty.
You're a dream.
I could have never even known you, but I do and it's some sort of magic.
A magical presence that injects itself through my veins and soaks up all my passion and desire, my thoughts. I have such high hopes for you, you couldn’t let me down. And if you did I’d have to forgive you. You can do no wrong, I melt at your feet.
I rarely ever lust for love these days. Lust for lust. But I think of you and what you do to me, so easily, casting your alpha-perfection in my direction.
How can I resist?
You give me hope in the painful cycle.
Man after man after man after (wo)man.
"I'll never love again"
I've made exceptions.
But you're just a dream! And oh what a dream.