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Among SheetsHere you are, sprawled out between the sheets.
Fast asleep, I slowly crawl on the edges,
Carful not to wake you.
The sunrise is coming beautifully and shines its light through the shades,
Making sunlit lines on your face,
Revealing more beauty than in the dark.
I close my eyes and move towards you - a girl in a drunken trance,
Still trying to be stealthy.
You move and jitter at the creeks,
And I cringe at them and move even slower, which only makes it worse.
Here I am, body pressed against the surface like a young predator,
Practicing her stealth.
Slowly, I creep closer and closer to you,
Blind to my surroundings.
I want your love to guide me through the field of our comforter,
Our valley of pillows,
Our caves of the blanket.
Let my hand scan across this land
And let it rest where your heart lies.
Let my body follow it until I'm confined in your arms,
And we lay tangled together
In this ever changing land of bedding;
An immutable dance among sheets.
I Want Your NumberI had to find a creative way to say it,
Because my mind would never allow me to.
Without crying at least...
I had to find a sweet way to say it,
Because my blunt nature would've ruined it.
Or made it quite funny...I don't know.
I had to find a short way to say it,
Because writing a full explanation would've been similar to reading a college essay;
Long and overdrawn in order to reach the page requirement.
I had to find a confident way to say it,
Because looking at my feet and twirling my hair wouldn't have been effective.
It would've been irritating as hell.
Perhaps I've been too hard on myself,
That I didn't have the confidence to say that I was intrigued by you, and...
Perhaps I'm so frustrated because I just can't tell you how i feel.
Damnit, it's like a quest I can't complete...
All this trouble, just because I want your number....
ShatteredI am the Twin Towers after the attack,
And I once stood tall, high above the clouds.
And the world has made it a goal to strike me down,
Crumbling to the ground.
Now, all you see is debris,
Shattered glass clinging onto the window frame.
I want you to restore my glass,
To when I was tall and when I had fame.
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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