Follow me...
You liked me in my soft white dress... So plain. so simple. You told me it reminded you of what an angel would look like... Even when you know all the lies that lay between our blankets. I wore its fringed edges much the same as I felt about being barefoot. But I walked barefoot along the edges of earth && ocean. Sometimes I'd do it for you. Even though you knew I hated it. You commented on the dark springs that bounced around like children on a warm summer day. You loved to play with the dark springs attached so delicately to my head, but you never knew my sick days... Days so ill that you'd never known them to exist... For me, to care wether or not. My magnificent green eyes looking... Looking at me, you loved the distance gaze I would more often then not give to the distant clouds. The delicacy of my cold skin against your warm breath. They way I could inspire you... But I was inspired to write. What was it that you could do again? I say all this letting you know... That you are not the first to whisper words of love, to speak of the curls or the green depths, the skin && dimples even. You are not the only one who has mentioned my pleasures && inadequacies. It's such a shame to tell you, you will not be the last. Nothing is permanent. So at the edge of earth && ocean... The sky overcast with segments of thoughts I cannot share. I wish you could know me... I would get on my knees in the soft sand below to beg, I would let the white dress you adore tatter && dirty itself if I thought for a moment, it would change a thing.
Take me with you.
