Fragile in a sealing
Sweetness of a soft lullaby finds my mind trailing back to a night of a cleansing moonlit sky. A hope that lingered ever so gently. A caress that favored the chill of an arm. The bumps that were warmed with a smile.
A token of kindness that lit the sky with stars burning in the evergreen. A bit of the overlaying decisions of love. A bit of shyness that befalls the tenderness. A tiny giggle that fades into the arms tightened with intensity.
A distant yet unforgettable memory. Even as I am here, the warmth overcomes me. A smirk settles well upon light pink lips. All I ask for is the forbidden dream of a kiss. Something you think I don't like. A slip of the idea.
Oh if you had known that one flick of a kiss melted me, I do think the exploration would have been there. Yet I only slip in the knowledge now because it is safer. No longer a threat to unfold me. To give you power over me, only to throw me away.
See that is the silence a woman has. A secret she hold within depths. She craves for the diver but never really gives enough oxygen to help the search. See that is her power. To unleash the a truth of discovery is damaging.
Perhaps that is why I led all to believe, kissing is not my thing. Oh but I craved for a surprise. Another part of me. I do enjoy surprises. Not the overrated ones, nor predictable. I like randomness, a note or a picked flower/weed. Even that of silliness - that of laughter and silence.
Something that was noticed about me, so off that a person dips deep enough to search for something I spoke of. Such as I do, a book, a manuscript, a note, a smirk or just something that may not be the exact thing, but substitution.
Where the thought was the implemented part.
Alas I only whispered how to dig deep well after all is gone. It is so much easier to say now. No opportunity to expand on the subject now. Not even a tiny bit. I can let down my barrier so a soft weakness can be shown.
Only now can I fully explain that I am true to a romantic. The epitome of the Elizabeth Bennet. I certainly would not find myself falling upon feet for attention for I am content as me, yet just once, the idea of being equally desired and held intelligently is quite a dream that only deserves a bit of sighs.
A lullaby truly soothes me away from explaining I could have been quite content with you. And yet, I displayed all the forms of a woman, none want to capture and hold. Truthfully I did that to myself. I let you believe I could deal with all the others.
And yet. now, I do. I don't even think about them. I just hope where ever you are, reading this in your own time, find yourself wondering a what if. And then carry on the as the day gains time.
I hope. I really know I should have been broken, vulnerable but what would you have found? Nothing to your liking. Being capable of looking away, swallowing down all that was hopefully given. Yes I didn't open up to you.
Only because a kiss is fragile. Delicate so much you would have seen a depth of me, you could tear apart. I could not allow that. For I understood that wasn't a place you wanted to go.
And still you spoke of things so damaging to me. As I let go and you did same. I am grateful I never allowed you to really know just how much one kiss could break me.
If you had know, would you have gone into my silence? Would you have trekked inside or have been too scared to enter?
Who is to know now. My barriers are down. I am letting my weaknesses make me stronger.
So you know now. I would have asked. Dared to beg. Yet I let you believe I hated them. Alas, no.
A token of kindness that lit the sky with stars burning in the evergreen. A bit of the overlaying decisions of love. A bit of shyness that befalls the tenderness. A tiny giggle that fades into the arms tightened with intensity.
A distant yet unforgettable memory. Even as I am here, the warmth overcomes me. A smirk settles well upon light pink lips. All I ask for is the forbidden dream of a kiss. Something you think I don't like. A slip of the idea.
Oh if you had known that one flick of a kiss melted me, I do think the exploration would have been there. Yet I only slip in the knowledge now because it is safer. No longer a threat to unfold me. To give you power over me, only to throw me away.
See that is the silence a woman has. A secret she hold within depths. She craves for the diver but never really gives enough oxygen to help the search. See that is her power. To unleash the a truth of discovery is damaging.
Perhaps that is why I led all to believe, kissing is not my thing. Oh but I craved for a surprise. Another part of me. I do enjoy surprises. Not the overrated ones, nor predictable. I like randomness, a note or a picked flower/weed. Even that of silliness - that of laughter and silence.
Something that was noticed about me, so off that a person dips deep enough to search for something I spoke of. Such as I do, a book, a manuscript, a note, a smirk or just something that may not be the exact thing, but substitution.
Where the thought was the implemented part.
Alas I only whispered how to dig deep well after all is gone. It is so much easier to say now. No opportunity to expand on the subject now. Not even a tiny bit. I can let down my barrier so a soft weakness can be shown.
Only now can I fully explain that I am true to a romantic. The epitome of the Elizabeth Bennet. I certainly would not find myself falling upon feet for attention for I am content as me, yet just once, the idea of being equally desired and held intelligently is quite a dream that only deserves a bit of sighs.
A lullaby truly soothes me away from explaining I could have been quite content with you. And yet, I displayed all the forms of a woman, none want to capture and hold. Truthfully I did that to myself. I let you believe I could deal with all the others.
And yet. now, I do. I don't even think about them. I just hope where ever you are, reading this in your own time, find yourself wondering a what if. And then carry on the as the day gains time.
I hope. I really know I should have been broken, vulnerable but what would you have found? Nothing to your liking. Being capable of looking away, swallowing down all that was hopefully given. Yes I didn't open up to you.
Only because a kiss is fragile. Delicate so much you would have seen a depth of me, you could tear apart. I could not allow that. For I understood that wasn't a place you wanted to go.
And still you spoke of things so damaging to me. As I let go and you did same. I am grateful I never allowed you to really know just how much one kiss could break me.
If you had know, would you have gone into my silence? Would you have trekked inside or have been too scared to enter?
Who is to know now. My barriers are down. I am letting my weaknesses make me stronger.
So you know now. I would have asked. Dared to beg. Yet I let you believe I hated them. Alas, no.
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