And sometimes the inspiration comes from you…
You have a harp string kind of life,
Where you and I no longer hold a place,
Within the music that you write.
And your words I burned into my mind.
Gave you every moment I had even when,
You were nowhere within reach or sight.
I woke to the melody of birds taking flight.
Lighting candles scented peppermint,
In all the shades you said you liked.
Swore I would not fall for your eyes.
Plans well laid, I never played.
We are now a cloudy snow-kissed sky.
You sunk me silly with your smile.
Strummed my heart effortlessly,
A two ship collision in the night.
You were a Sun-soaked spark that spiked,
And now I’m left floating in wreckage,
Bleeding out from each and every fight.
I wonder if you miss me late at night.
Stargazing and dream chasing,
I would surrender my forever,
If I could somehow make this right.
If I could somehow write the ending.
If I could somehow make this,
Into you and I.
If I could somehow make us,
© Brian Milici
December 14, 2015
Actions over words.
May you always find your smile.
Last updated December 14, 2015