What I Would Tell You If I Thought You Might Care..!

Blanket Fort Dream
Piled blankets on living room floors.
Ghost tales, folklore.
When you have all you need you never want more.
Lay here, I’m yours.

 

Whisper your secrets – emphatic dark eyes.
Wrong words, revise.
Be my forever or be my demise.
Can’t say, surprise.

 

Candles, shadows, half-written prose.
Wrong key – transpose.
“I know you loved me but where could this go?”
My love, who knows?

 

List of regrets that should never have been.
My fault. My sin.
I knew you before and I’ll know you again.
Tell all, begin.

 

Piled blankets on living room floors.
Ghost tales, folklore
Like cities in you I would like to explore.
Lay here, I’m yours.