27-06-2016. [2]

 

What would I give

To wake to the morning sun
Upon the landscape of your skin;
Or to steal a glance from pretend work
Just to see you absorbed in what you are doing;

Better yet, to wait for you at the end of the day.
To get beers, and take the last train or bus,
And while you rest your head on my chest,
I’ll hold you tight,
I’ll run my fingers through your hair and smile.

And we’d watch the lonely night fly by.
As we bloom like bouquet of rainbow colours.
As we collided vibrantly,
Giving each other wings on which we will fly.

Oh what would I give.

What would I give.

 

What would I bloody give.

 

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