Monday, February 06, 2006
We'll Be Okay
As we stand herealone at last
my hand in yours,
our eyes lock beneath the pale moonlight.
Silence hangs above:
this is different than anything we've ever known before.
This crisp November air pulls us close.
As you hold me here
I fall into a dream,
but I will never close my eyes.
No, baby I'm not runing away from this moment.
I'm not going to
fall away from this beauty,
but I'm not going to fall into it either.
With my head stitched to your chest
I'm not ready to let go,
but this love is a gamble
and the odds aren't in our favour.
And for that I'm sorry.
And even though I cannot speak or change their minds
I know we'll be okay.
We'll be okay, baby;
we'll be okay.
Labels: Poetry
Erika on 7:15 PM
