Thank You

You made my heart creep up into my throat
My lungs burst with need
My tongue make its darting way to the back of my teeth
The words forget to speak.
My darling was a horse that I could ride on
My darling was a bed I could have died on
You kept me standing up for eternity, hand on my cheek
The words forgot to speak.
So darling if you hear me
Can I say one last thing, the words
That I’ve been holding in?

Thank you.

And as you lie up in the stars I say
My darling, by your thoughts and deeds, you’ll never go away.


About pasameerday

I haven't got a lot of time to keep you interested, so I'll be quick. I'm a writer from the UK, primarily of fantasy and sci-fi short stories, and occasionally of strange, nonsensical poetry. I like cats, the Sims, and pizza, and I go to sleep to the sound of a keyboard. I've been writing for my entire life; to be honest, I don't think I could ever bring myself to stop. I have a feeling I'm losing you, so I'll bring this to an end before you slowly start to back up, hoping I'll stop talking long enough for you to make a quick getaway. Wait... Where are you going? Hey! Wait! ... Stop!!
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