I love thunderstorms and teacups, and the last light of a candle in a darkened room and the smell of grass in the rain. But I love words more than any of those. With words, I can experience all of those things, even if the teacups are chipped and dirty, we're all out of candles, the grass has been cut and there won't be any rain for a week.
I obsess over it, over him. I can barely sleep for thinking of it, and it is the first word on my lips when I wake. It shines from within me.
I died today. It was unexpected. I didn't go alone though, The whole world came with me. It wasn't my choice. I wasn't even there, When the decision to burn me Was made.
Can you make me a cup of tea. I know I'm closer to the kettle. Yes, I already have a cup. But it just tastes so much better When it's you wielding the water. Can you make me a cup of tea. Please.
I take the warmth From the cheek Of the fair maiden Told a bawdy rhyme. I take the light From the eyes Of the small child Allowed to run and play.
It's always dark in here. I used to be scared of the dark. I had a nightlight when I was small to keep the shadows away. Daddy would call it a nightlove, not a night light.
We danced together, you and I Under the stars, across the sea. You swore to me on Earth and sky, That torn apart we'd never be. I sang to you, near all the day, Under the stars, across the sea.
'I don't understand relationships.' She rolls onto her hip as she speaks, to gauge his reaction to her words. His slightly glazed eyes lock onto hers.
I'm running through a forest. I know straight away I'm dreaming, movement has never come as smooth and easy as this for me.