pixietom

So I'm crying a tiny bit right now. No, nothing tragic happened, its more of a good cry sort of thing.
Because freudianslip isn't feeling it... I thought I'd try it out, and then tell him to get better/back to normal and get back to this.

Relationships...
What a tangled web we weave, and all at once you wonder. Ponder, if its all leading us toward something great, something perfect. Something simply heavenly, and soul enrapturing. The melodic strum of the guitar, soothes and intrigues. I'm looking for that one. The one in my life, who will move me from my bindings. Someone who will take me in and accept all of my sins, and all of my faults and love that I have them. Someone who blinds me to wrongs of the world and makes me feel safe. Someone to stand beside me, my equal, my king... my everything.
Take this love, my love, your love, its calling your name.
You don't need to walk alone, anywhere. I'm here. Your here.
The rhythm of the gentle strumming calls to me.

Prenez cet amour...
Mon amour
De pas o maintenant ici

When it all comes to this. I want to look into his eyes and smile, cheeks tinting ever so slightly, because he sees me, and I see myself in his eyes. Lay beside him, and be unafraid and free, to feel, and express. Open the bottle that has been looked up... shut tight. I want to rest my head against his chest and hear his heart beat... Like the guitars steady pace, each chord making itself known. I want to be close, skin to skin, heart beside heart, tingling at his lightest breathe. The gentle whispers of his fingertips spreading goosebumps over me.
It may be unrealistic, and it may be my own destruction.
To want to be devoted so completely. Unafraid of the consequences.
Because all I ever wanted, and all I'll ever need.

Prenez cet amour...
Mon amour
De pas o maintenant ici

All I want is to be that one. The one that he'll need. Caressing him when he's joyful and otherwise. Put to use all the things I've learned to cook and bake. Care for him, love him and be what he needs. Be his friend and his lover. I don't need or want the white picket fences, and I know its not a fairytale...
But with him. It will be. My perfection, that even his flaws are beautiful and as poetic to me as the night sky is never ending. I don't need prince charming, because he doesn't have my heart.
The first time I heard it... I wondered if there should lyrics... but no. That guitar, his hands, his heart, his mind, add its own whisper that calls out.
It made my heart sing.

Rapports...
Amour.
Vous et moi,
Moi et vous.


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I had a lot on my mind, and I guess I got it out.
I hope you like this.
Thank you pablothelion for letting me hear your song... it made me write this.

I should be off to bed.


Night or morning, lovelies.