What a beautiful mess this is, I am.
This mess is you, is me. We are.
You didnt tell me I was beautiful,
or that my eyes were full of life.
That my
smile was radiant or that you loved my advice.Your hands were on a journey, my body was your guide.
You kissed my cheek, you turned away.
You laid still beside
me, and I lay still beside you.I grabbed your hand, held it in mine.
In between
my every finger sat your skin,your fingers wrapped in mine.
And we tore our dresses,
and stained our shirts
But it's nice today,
oh the wait was so worth it.
