Don't ever wash your hair.

A kind of almost creepy love poem.

The easiest ones are the hardest ones, then back and forth again
The difference between us grows and grows, I feel it all around
Your distance beckons like an off-shore siren, yet I must resist your sound.
And still, and still, I am overcome
Overwhelmed with the knowledge of our love
And all that will be, let it be to us now
When will you return to me, so we can continue as we were?
My life is waiting for you to come, to come on back, back home to me
Back into my arms to where at once you never were
But at least in that time never nearer you were
Nearer to me that our paths may cross.
Oh how I could kiss that pavement path!
Shakespeare said it well, though it would do me well to be without
For he's a love-stricken puppy, whereas I am simply without.
Oh that path it cherishes momentum beneath your feet
The promises of your coming embrace as you move upon it
To be the one that guides your soul, along your allotted path
To be the one that guides you home, that guides you home so well
But alas and patience must suffice me still
For I know whose firm and warm embrace
Awaits at the end of that long path home
It is I! Your promised and beloved one!
I'll hold you gently as you slowly drown in the musk of my perfume
And when you pull from our embrace, witness it absorbed!
Deep within the glimmering strands of your dark and gentle hair
For that way, you carry me, and I may always be with you,
Wherever we may go, bouting to and fro, forever us dovetailed
Until you wash your hair.

Reviews

[Lluvs]

I fell in love with this poem you could even write a short story about this really unique (:

[Modern Helot]

Thank you so much :)