#ababcc

If you would only touch me

Then you would understand

Though I'm temperamental as the sea

I long to hold your hand

And love is not a steady thing

somewhere in my thoughts and dreams

there is a field, where i am sat,

the daisies colour it in reams

of white among the grass, so that

the field looks as though it’s painted

by some old master, antiquated.

the field, this last week, has housed

my body in its natural bliss,

i and the hedgerow are espoused,

i’m cradled by the trees, and kissed

so softly that i shed a tear

each time i am dragged back to here.

the noise of all the world around

cannot be heard from in my field,

i shut out any kind of sound

except the brook to which i yield:

safe and quiet there am i,

without the woes which make me cry.

but all the same, i don’t belong

among the flowers and the birds.

remain i here. although i long

for that field with no need for words

or messy feelings, petty strife.

The tufts of sky caressed by eyes Blown across an earth bound stretch, To which the hopes of life will rise, In forgotten memories of every wretch. And the world is better yet, With all the greatness unmet. Because the streets offer so very much, In beauty that floats but doesn't walk, I'll forget my misery for a hand to clutch. And move past my body outlined in chalk. I truly want a feeling I fear To have a girl I love near.

Like dreams washed away in the sun, Broken ideas that die but secretly live on. And investing your heart in only one, To take a shot at love before your last dawn. Breath in a life short of air, Knowing the end without a care. To rotten smoke in fabric worn, Like stale remnants of a night passed. Where words I think are never born, The weight of loneliness becoming vast. Wanting to be desired so bad A feeling I know can't be had