Midnight Baby in February

[Laura]

a/n: I'm still working on this...

Midnight Baby in February

tonight's the word we drink,
sinks down the backs of our tongues,
and let it settle there, inside my stomach,
I feel your hand pushing out,
or could that be your feet?

Tumbling, we're motion,
fumbling with the keys,
I'll get tomorrow out of here
- tonight...

bring our heads together,
we will think of much more than this,
winter then water shed from spring,
with all the melting habits of the sun,
I feel you sucking all my juices,
right out from underneath

you just lightly bounce from wall to wall
my beautiful blood built wall

it's all for you.

tonight's the word we shake,
and make, and dedicate,
draw in tiny dotted lines,
with your name in blue or red,
whatever shade this pen is in,
you were rummaging my insides,

Tumbling, motion for a moment,
fumbling, keys still jammed in the door,
I'll get tomorrow out of here,

translucent skies are picking on you
no stars for such a beauty
they all were swallowed by your first breath

I'll get tomorrow out of here,
I thought, I knew, I said, I did . . .

and you were born

[thecrazybeautiful]

Wowie.

There's really no word for this. I love it. It's just words aren't coming, I can't explain why I like this so much.


"Tumbling, we're motion,
fumbling with the keys,"

and

"tonight's the word we shake,
and make, and dedicate,"

I like random rhyming

Gosh, I really really love this one.