Friday, March 18, 2011

sea salt with pistachio truffle

...and so i check in
on track 2 he says 'i don't wanna fall in love'
'i don't wanna waste my time'

mr. two minutes more has hit his two minute limit
falling back on that one
i'm more than a way to ice cream
i am the ice cream

so last night...
i slept in the comforts of a hotel room
days are long
magic moments are epic
sharing pillows with strangers
opening my heart to new

not gonna lie, it burns a little
the sleepless nights
the endless sun
the roaring moon
the missing my eyelashes have for my cheeks
the longing my hand has for company

but i suppose there's a means to all this madness
fitting in glimpses of companionship in this living the dream stuff
guess i gotta trust the sweetness of this ice cream
and know that some day i won't have to share it with convenience
but maybe someone who really chooses to share it with me
and i choose to share it with them

but for now...
pillows with strangers will do
who knows, maybe someday he won't be a stranger ever again
even forever has to start somewhere

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