December Dreams

Her love was the force,

the energy that moves my heart from rest to speeding heights

and this stupid organ, with my rib cage it fights

trying to explode like someone put mentos in my bottle of coke

I remember the Chills of december

the cold streak in her voice as it cracked like glass

and on that shattered floor of clutter

I could see her eyes like shutters

shutting me off, from this cold world,

my back against the cold wall

and her arms around me felt like a north face jacket, inner coated with feather

I remembered the first time we kissed; her chap stick tasted like butter

I did not want to let go, but some how her lips slipped of that beautiful slime, of her saliva mixed with mine

I am going a little over board here, If I could- ‘I would freeze time’

Wrap it with her smile and keep it in the back of my mind.

I have this recurring dream

of a gluttony snowman and a little girl

in red stocking, brown boots and a blue muffler

and her hair wavy, just a little, colored like the leaves of winter

and she smelt like cookie dough, with lots and lots and lots of chocolate chips

and her skin glowed like the moon

And there, from the kitchen rest a bowl full of strawberries

she picks two to make eyes with

and with my nose of twig

I could smell her shampoo in the muffler she wraps around me

and there with my strawberry eyes I see my girl,

her feet half deep in snow

completely in love with the snowman she made

But as January sets in,

Happy new year !

vacation is over,

the snowman melts,

Hello life.

By the side of the bed that she used to lay,

there is frost now

And I get frost bitten to my heart everytime I clench her blanket to my chest

And All I can do is go back to my december dreams at their best

Because I have to tell you this –

( eminem’s space bound: )

” … I would have did anything for you
To show you how much I adored you
But it’s over now
It’s too late to save our love
Just promise me you’ll think of me every time you look up in the sky and see a star

’cause I’m a space bound rocket ship and your heart’s the moon
And I’m aiming right at you
Right at you
Two hundred fifty thousand miles on a clear night in June
And I’m so lost without you
Without you
Without you “

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