30 December 2012
chapped lips
knees locked
awkward stance
timer slowly ticking down
10
9
8
her eyes never so big
she's sweating
nervous
time slows down
surroundings pushed back
she's pulled in
it's her first
on the first second
of the first year
of the rest of our lives
that's a long time
a long thought out plan
planning
future
commitment
promises
I'll hurt you
I know it
you trust I won't
I will
7
6
I'm bad news
I'm not gonna stick around
I'll only hurt you
I'm bad news
5
4
but the smile
the smile that crosses her face
a patient
innocent
pure one
melts all my doubt
you don't care about forever
just happy to have me
I'm happy to have you
no more mind games
no more fear
no more planning
3
all my thoughts disappear
and I know I'm yours
who knows where ill be next year
who cares
for now I'm in your arms
and you're in mine
2
1
clique new years poem • Opuss № I