A kiss on the cheek, and you make me weak It's not Christmas, but I'd give you a peek, You are the only gift that I seek, A wish un-listed, A window un-misted, You stepped onto the placemat of my heart, You ripped me up and tore me apart - in the best way - what can I say? I guess, I hope you have a lovely day. As lovely as you. As vibrant as hue. You, you, you A place that is true, It's easy as 1-2, buckle my shoe, 3-4, I'll always let you in the door, Beg for more, your touch somehow melts me through the floor, My tears begin to pour, It's you, it's you, it's you that I adore, It's like, 5-6, no tricks 7-8, open the gate, you in my life is all I want to appreciate. 9-10, you've done it again, so glad, so glad, we're more than just friends. I had this vision Of splitting myself in two From head to toe Straight down the middle And the pieces, of me, Now two dimensional Flipped in on themselves Inverted Crisscrossed diagonally And reformed themselves into a butterfly - Or...the shape of angel wings? I couldn't quite see. A transformation? Or a healing? Or both? Because they said, "Hush." They said, "I'm home from work and I'm tired," so "be quiet." "Hush," they said, "Shhh." Silence your light. Dim your sound. Turn those shining smiles into longing frowns. Wait for me to get home just so I can let you down. If you want attention, you're going to have to be a clown. Grow up. Grow up. Grow up. No, no, no, get down. And it's icy hot And it's chamomile tea And it's - hey, hey, so, are you into me? A question unanswered A timing un-granted Flirt, flirt, flirt But it's okay, You say, No one got hurt, hurt, hurt As I'm left bleeding into the dirt, dirt, dirt, Under the pouring rain Feeling insane Letting mother Earth soak up all my pain again and again No, no, I say, It's okay, You say, It's going to be a lovely day. Live in the gray, It's going to be, It's going to be okay. And suddenly I catch a whiff of you in the wind, The small scent of your aftershave in the morning, As if, in that exact moment, you looked into the mirror and smiled And thought of me like a little child, sending your parental love out into the wild, As if, at that moment, you wondered, you hoped, you left me a little scribbled love note, It sat, as you smiled, in the back of your throat, And after you breathed, Or maybe you sneezed, It started to bleed out into the air, To wander hither, thither, and there And all of a sudden I became aware, Felt your fingers in my hair, As if you were there, Good morning, good morning, good morning, my dear. And I feel like I could spend forever in your arms, In your charms, And you make me laugh for days, Not to mention take my breath aways, Handsome and sexy, Kind, caring, and smart, I'm so glad I've been mending this broken heart - Falling apart - Shh shh don't tell him So darn cute A cause I don't want to refute Oh stop This is ridiculous, But please, dear Santa, can I have him for Christ-a-mas? Shh shh don't say When he walked away I already wanted a kiss I already wanted to stay I already felt what I missed The one that I kissed That bigger meaning That sunshine gleaming Shh shh don't say How I took your breath away How long you waited How you celebrated What when where, and how? Holy cow, What what what and now? wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow... Overheard today at Human Resources: 1: Wait. Zoom out again. Okay. Here's the problem. Today, Good Sir, is not that day. Today, is the 23rd. End scene. Redirect & protect your heart. Fall in, just to fall apart. Let go, and you might just start - To mend the pieces of your broken heart. It's okay to want It's okay to be wanted It's okay to desire It's okay to be desired It's okay to have your heart lit on fire It's okay to give someone permission to lift you higher It's also okay to say that you're tired And you are a room I don't want to escape. Does that make me the key? For me it was hell. For him...it was just another Monday. If you weren't interested then why did you subscribe? A subscription is not the same as a membership.
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