Apr. 7th, 2012

cerusee: a white redheaded girl in a classroom sitting by the window chewing on a pencil and looking bored (I have been sad/the song was all I had)


Just by smiling softly
Every now and then,
You could do me a world of good.
Though secure, I am pale
Through your unending hails.
Why not give me the comforts you could?

I'm accustomed to pain
And the drenches of rain;
I'm directed and pure in my answer:
I endure, I go on
And I wait for the sun,
And it comes. In the end, it will come.

You are a heartache inside a great cloud
And you come to the world as a storm
—But forlorn. As any can see with an eye,
So torn, alone and forlorn.

I'm accustomed to pain
And your drenches of rain;
I'm directed and pure in my answer:
I adore without pause;
I endure through your squalls.
In the end, your heart comes through the cloud.

Just to feel a soft touch
Every now and then,
It would do me a world of good
Just to hear a soft word,
Reassured that you cared—
You could give me the world that you should.


Just to know that you could,
Reassured that you would
Soothe your soul
In the lull of the storm
In me and my obstinate love
(Like the air
...If breathing were only enough).

Admired excitement:
The motion of sight
Tracks the motion
You make when you sigh.
In my eye it begins,
The conception of sins.
Or is it just physical love?

Adore me, a soulmate,
Companion and comfort
Through shame and all blame
And all pain—
Respect me, my partner,
And please, reassure me
Should I doubt my right to my name.

In lacking a father
Or brother or mother,
I lack unconditional love.
Be my friend and my lover,
My border, my other,
The body that lies by my own.


The sound of your heartbeat:
An ocean to me,
Engulfed in the depth of emotion.
My head on your shoulder,
I hear your heart beat
Like a shell and the sound of the sea.

The intimate touch
Of your physical self
Reminds me I live and consider
—And your shudder
Reminds me to contemplate you.

The sound of your heartbeat
Is so reassuring;
Your body still houses your soul.
You'll grow old
And you'll die as a proper soul should.

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