Hold me closer than your favourite grains of sand
Take the bottle from my lips the gun from my trembling hands
Play the songs that take me back
To the getting to know you days
Take it back to a marshmallow time right before the melt
Take it right back there and freeze the frame
Erase all that went sour and that disgraceful final hour
Hold it on screen a picture of us so serene
All wrapped around each other
Like we were the first lovers
When no one could see where I stopped and you began
Entwined like barbs around a new sapling tree
Closer than close, the roughness of my being against the softness of your skin
Slight tender movements causing hurricanes within
Take it right back to that scene
Put it in a frame, hang it on the wall
Let the dust settle upon it and the spiders spin their webs
Ages will pass, moods ebb and flow
But the frame will forever hold the memory
Of our marshmallow bliss
Unknown Playful
- 16 years, 7 months, 15 days ago