The greatest irony of my life is you. You make make me feel brave with your company, yet I've never been more afraid since then for the fear of losing you is unbearable. The strength you gave to my frail spirit brought me back to life, yet everytime your lips touches mine all the strength suddenly drains away from my knees.
Silent nights disturbed by the sounds of whispered words across the sheets. The steady rise and fall of your chest matching the sound of your breathing as the rhythm slowly lulls me to sleep. Fingers stealing touches, drifting over uncovered patches of skin. And here in this tiny part of this big world that we found and finally claimed as ours, I found peace.
If I were a book, the page where your name first appeared could possibly be the most dog eared page - wrinkled and coffee stained, waiting for the day that the story will continue where our characters would finally be written side by side.
I see you through the steam rising from your cup as you sip your tea. You held my gaze as if you're drinking me in, never minding the scalding heat burning your tongue. I look at you through the steam rising from my own cup and suddenly I thought of forever. But not of the immortal kind, but the one were I could always spend my mornings just like this. Me, watching you finish your tea, with the steam rising and the scent of tea and coffee surrounding us, and the lines on your face get deeper in time, yet the smile you have for me never changes.
What is it with kisses that people write of when they write about romance? How could a simple connection between two sets of lips spark an intense sensation that causes tunnel vision increase in heart rate and uncontrollable sighs?
Our places in the sky might be lightyears away, yet you and I are the only ones that could create this constellation of us. Feel my light reaching out to you for it never will stop shining even long after the fires inside me had burned out. Before, I only think of miracles as impossible dreams, but when I met you, I never - not even for once, stopped believing in them.
Did you see that shooting star tonight?
Were you dazzled by the same constellation?
Did you and Jupiter conspire to get me?
I think you and the Moon and Neptune got it right
'Cause now I'm shining bright
Take off your hat and I'll take off my shoes. Take my hand and just dance with me under the moonlit sky, while our bare feet paves a path through the grass. There are no need for words as long as I can feel your body next to mine.
"Oh, don't you dare look back. Just keep your eyes on me."
I said, "You're holding back, "
She said, "Shut up and dance with me!"
This woman is my destiny
She said, "Ooh-ooh-hoo, Shut up and dance with me."
The first time I saw you look at me that way was the last day we became strangers. I didn't know what it meant back then, but now that I knew, it never fails to make my heart skip a beat no matter how many times I've seen it. That crinkle in your eye that appears whenever your wide smile reaches them makes me want to reach out too just to feel them under my fingertips and my lips, because seeing them with my own eyes felt like never enough. I know that with all the places you've been to, your eyes have already seen way too much beauty and wonder, but when I see you staring back at me with that look, you always make me feel like you've seen it with me for the first time. I know, because that is how I always feel everytime I look at you. *** Pardon me for this bit if mushiness. It's just that as I'm writing this, it's 1:24 on a Monday morning and I just finished watching "27 Dresses" so basically I'm still feeling a bit moony and hopeless (add to that the lack of sleep). The funny thing is lately I've been buggered alot by weddings and stuff and I'm not even sure why. So when I watched this, let's just say I just voluntarily rubbed sea salt and vinegar over an open wound. Here's a fun fact though, there's a part in the movie wherein I felt like screaming out loud "Me too! Me too!". It's that scene where they were talking about what was their favorite part of weddings and both of them referred to that moment where the bride walks in and instead of watching the bride, they'll look at the groom instead and see how his eyes fill with happiness and emotion as she makes her way towards him. Seeing the look on the groom's eyes usually makes me want to swoon in delight (and hence the inspiration for the post :P). I know I'm blabbering like a lovestruck idiot, but what can I say? Girls will be girls. Don't worry though, all I need is a bit of sleep and probably I'd be back to the old cynical me in no time. Or not. ;)
Warm water washing away the soap suds from fingers grazing the smooth surface of dinner plates and silverwares. The soft music from the stereo echoing around the kitchen walls along with the sound of foot falls roaming around the room while dirty plates clatter, until they came to a stop and I suddenly felt the warmth of you breathing down my neck.
I'm running out of words to say it makes me afraid you'll run out of patience as you wait each syllable to pass through my lips. Hear me out as I stutter the words, know that each sound I make, each breath I take, all are meant for you.
Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open
Please bear with me for I have always been the awkward kid who chews her words slowly rather than spitting it out incessantly.
The forever awkward kid who never felt comfortable within a huge crowd of people, let alone a huge crowd of strangers, but always feels safe in your company.
The one who needs to take slow, sure-footed steps instead of the easy, graceful stride across pavements just because she's afraid to stumble and fall and that it would cause a stir that will make people look her way.
I don't need you to come and save me from misery. I want you here beside me, not because I need you to need me, but just because I love the feel of your skin against my skin, and I love how I am with you around.
I don't know how to explain this. The only reason that I could probably think of is that you felt like home to me.
If you grow tired of this maddening world, lay down here beside me even just for awhile, and like children we'd make a world of our own. Let's pretend that we are pirates stealing away the sands of time. And in this fortress that we built with these pillows and sheets, we'll hold the rising sun at bay.
Locked inside an iron cage cinched tight by miles of chains. People passed by and tried to set me free, with pity in their faces, they asked me "Where's the key?" And that's when I tell them "It's gone, for I swallowed the key so that no one could get in." They went on with their ways and never bothered to look back, for how could you offer help to someone who never wanted it back. Yet I saw you pushing through the crowd, never listening to my plea for you to stop fiddling with the lock. You were my greatest fear brought to life. For you never needed the key that I swallowed to keep because you have managed to make a key of your own, and reached inside this cage for my shivering body that has been waiting for your warmth for far too long.