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Scrambling

Clawing towards

I can hope and pray

That you will be the one,

To beg me to stay.

That our love will be merry and gay

Dispelling everything terrible

That makes this world oh-so grey.

I beg you so,

They where both a little lost, and maybe

That's just what made them best friends.

Both unable to admit they might just be in

Love, the words, just at the tip of their toungs,

And still, words unspoken.

One thought, thee others voice was as beautiful and

Sweet as Jasmine Pearls, and rose-petal soft skin, kissed

By perfection.

And the other one, with the rose-kissed skin,

Was always lost in the dark green galaxies of thee others

Eyes. Always holding back

The temptation of pushing that lost strand

I will flip through you

Reading all of your pages

It is a secret,

Only I will ever know.

I misheard you,

Those sweet words.

Misheard for a second.

In that moment

My heart jumped to my throat

I thought I’d choke.

But thinking I heard you right,

Oh - and you stood there, so tall

For a girl so short. In the swirling

White icy downfall of this silent night.

Catching little lost dreams on your tongue

Just like every person has done with a

First snow of the year.

Not even your gentle-steps can escape

The symphony of a million ice crystals,

Playing in perfect harmony, as you crush

Them all into oblivion.

So I stood - watched - looking upward into

Vast, unsettling darkness. Gazing into each

Snowflake as it drifts its way into my vision,

My world,

And we lay there

A cigarette pressed to my lips

You body pressed unto mine

Or love and skin radiating a warmth

No liquor could compare