“But
metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.”
-Haruki Murakami
Tell me
darling, would you choose a hurricane over a breeze?
A torrent
over a trickle?
An
avalanche over a rolling stone?
Tell me darling, will you choose me?
For this is everything I am,
For this is everything I am,
Chaos and all
the mess along.
Everything
you can’t define,
Everything
that doesn’t belong.
So darling, do you promise to stay?
To choose storms over rainbows?
Sunsets
over sunrise?
Rains over sunshine?
Will
you stay when the stars refuse to shine?
Or when our
silence gets too damn loud?
What if
the moon disappears when we meet?
And what if the night gets too proud?
And what if the night gets too proud?
Will you still
stay without the illusions of hope?
If tomorrow doesn’t seem beautiful anymore?
Will you stay when they ask you to let go?
Will you hold on to me, darling?
Or will you do as they always do,
Leave and let go of me?
Will you stay when they ask you to let go?
Will you hold on to me, darling?
Or will you do as they always do,
Leave and let go of me?
P.S. Some
dreams are about waking up.
Till
simply the beyond,
Love,
Love,
Emm.
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