Rubes

Like the unknown, she was a treat

And though I’ll never have her to keep

Rarely cruel, with half that clart.

To be frank, and doubly true

To them I’d say,

You, high mountain, stand strong in life

And save me from my fears and strife.

When all will crumble and cease to be,

I’ll stand safe with you. And you with me.

Though Time ticks on through life’s black quells,

And all around us, other trees have fell,

No ax could cut my fondness down,

Or keep you left alone in frown,

Now keep that smile and starry eyes,

And trust us never to tell no lies.

For we are youth. And we are soft

But we will build our specific toft.

And if it breaks, though I pray ‘god it won’t’

Strange I guess, the hold you have on me.

You echo around my mind, possessive.

Claim me more. Darling

A lonesome man without you

I stare up and bathe in the light,

Of a million beautiful pinpricks.

They wink at me. And the grinning

Half moon laughs with them. I don’t.

They torment me.

If I sat here, under these stars,

With you held cozy in my arms.

I’d never need to stare up at those lights.

You’d be all the starlight I could ever need.

You taste like happiness and hope.

Life doesn’t end with daft decisions or regretted choices.

You don’t choose the end.

The trees don’t care why you cry. Mountains don’t care how you got here. All that matters is you live and keep going.

The purest and kindest of life.

Hellfire, burn me. For you I’ll pay that price.

I’ll pay it gladly with no remorse, no pause,

For hottest heats or freezing cold can’t stifle your core.

You make these weary days feel kind,

You’re helping heal my soul.

I’m on track to try win you over

It’s all for me

They sway and whisper to me.

They tell of lives lived and yet to be

And I yearn to be with them.

Over green hills and pastures, I’ll escape

To be at home

Like a badly written song.

I don't know what it is about you thats got me like this

It’s frayed and Held together by hopes and prayers.

I hope you’re it. I don’t want another. Cause if you leave and have to be sewn up again,

I’m scared that maybe,

For living in head

I’d rather sit in your storm. Cold,

Wet. I’ll give my warmth to you.