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I learnt not to think too big But it's impossible to think about you And not get grand ideas. I learnt not to fall too hard But does it count If you're falling on something this soft?
I learnt not to stare at the sun too much But I looked for so long at the light That it turned into the moon. I learnt not to sleep too long But surely it doesn't count If I'm in your arms?
I learnt to do, not think But surely thinking about doing you Is the best of both worlds? And I tried to stay sane But being mad about you Is much more fun.
They tried to teach me Not to fly too high Not to swim too deep But in here All I can see is light.
Last year I was lonely I was waiting for someone I wanted somebody to love And looking back through the poems I wrote then I finally know who they're written for. *** Just a little poem I wrote for the very lovely lady in my life right now. I love her an insane amount... And thus is this very insane little poem. The teapot is her, because she is filled with both tea and cuddles... -Em |
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