| | Thing is, there is a whole lot of random excitement round here but when the thrill subsides, I want someone to be comfortable with. Like a John Mayer song, I want a love so perfect and broken in. I want to know that he'll be there with or without the thrill. I want that connection that transcends time, space, and my everyday judges. There are too many as it is. I want security in my partnership. A real partner in crime. Live and die together, with or without the thrill. Because on some nights I'll want thrill. Oh, will I want thrill. Then, on other nights-- like a Bebo Norman song-- I'll want a to be where the tree stands still. When the thrill subsides, I'd like to know he'll still be there... Then again, I'd first have to know that I can make that same promise. When the thrill subsides, and it is the real deal, I imagine the tree really does stand still. Truth is, that's the mood I'm in tonight.
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| | Posted 6/30/2009 6:35 AM - 15 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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