A chance to feed an old addiction, You, or the bond our cells make when...
"Old habits die hard, opposites attract, force open the cracks and let the light in!"
The universe sends me funny messages, clearly written, unsolicited.
I denied you, and myself, for all the wrong reasons. Or the right ones?
I want you, but how badly? Not like this.
Not badly enough to lower myself to some standard I can't limbo to
See, you haven't changed at all
Not I, no, I haven't stayed the same.
See, I'm all that you love about me, the good in that hasn't changed
I've grown, I know myself now, knowing is all the power I ever needed to be happy
I've grown, I know myself now, knowing is all the power I ever needed to be happy
The good in what tempts our cells remains the same still
I worry...
Just a good time? No strings, just casual...hardly
That was your plan, but I see that plan having the potential to break like chocolate covered grapes bursting in our mouths.
The love we shared is what calls our souls home
The love is what causes our cells to become addicts
The love...that you or I don't want to feel again.
That love, that's the problem.
To want.
To love so passionately, with so much ferocity
That is what caused this molecular awe and addiction.
Something not even time can touch.
How does one deny something that runs so deep?
Riddle me that, Capricorn.
Rescue me from myself, from you.
Like our favorite wine, some things get a little better when left dormant on the shelf for a while.
Is this, like that?
Would it only be more mind blowing and delicious than before?
Push it out, down. Out of my mind's eye.
Images, stills of skin and denim pressed together.
To risk so much, so much forward progression.
Would it be worth it? To quench a thirst that could possibly rip us both open.
Would that action still send our forged cells into the night ski, spread across the stars and leave us gleaming like it used to...
The answer is obvious, and that is what I fear...
I worry...
Just a good time? No strings, just casual...hardly
That was your plan, but I see that plan having the potential to break like chocolate covered grapes bursting in our mouths.
The love we shared is what calls our souls home
The love is what causes our cells to become addicts
The love...that you or I don't want to feel again.
That love, that's the problem.
To want.
To love so passionately, with so much ferocity
That is what caused this molecular awe and addiction.
Something not even time can touch.
How does one deny something that runs so deep?
Riddle me that, Capricorn.
Rescue me from myself, from you.
Like our favorite wine, some things get a little better when left dormant on the shelf for a while.
Is this, like that?
Would it only be more mind blowing and delicious than before?
Push it out, down. Out of my mind's eye.
Images, stills of skin and denim pressed together.
To risk so much, so much forward progression.
Would it be worth it? To quench a thirst that could possibly rip us both open.
Would that action still send our forged cells into the night ski, spread across the stars and leave us gleaming like it used to...
The answer is obvious, and that is what I fear...
*Freedom, to speak, to write...
*I do what I want!
=Rikki Lee
*I do what I want!
=Rikki Lee
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