|Sunshine Wait (standard:poetry, 251 words)|
|Author: Finn McKool||Added: Mar 25 2003||Views/Reads: 1641/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Another installment to that woman who I'm always pining for, the impending summer, and my simple prayer for us.|
It's summer, love. And wherever you are you're walking in jeans to hide the self-inflicted scars. How unjust for the rest of us. I want to see your scars. I want to trace them with finger-tips and tongue. Darling we all got scars inside and out. I just want to bathe in the sun with you. To roll around sweaty in sunlight with you. To hold you close, despite the heat, because of the heat. I just want to bring a little sunshine imto your life. I have this Quixotic tendency to want to save people, love. I can't do for me, but I'll do for you, and do and do and do all that I can. But you won't open your wings to speak. You won't let me in (and yes I stole that line, from Adam Duritz in fact. If I ever make money off this, he'll get his cut. I am an honorable man, after all). Green fields, butterflies, sunshine, the smell of grass, all that hallmark bullshit you read and hear, I want it for you. I want it all. I'd give it all up for that for you if it made you happy. But you won't. I don't know if you want to be happy yet. I don't know if you can let yourself be happy yet. Maybe that's why you won't let me in. But I'm waitin' darlin' I'm waitin. Here on my front porch. And I can't enjoy the sunshine much. Not without you. Tweet
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