Monday, July 9, 2012

Sw-ords (Sweetest Words)


To scribble you a word
My finest sword
To hum you a tune
Or play a chord
To hold your hand
And

Spin your worries into laughter
Your troubles into songs
Make you pancakes in the morning
And sit by you under the moon

Have peppermint tea on bad nights
Epistemology on boring afternoons
Laugh about our yesterdays
And (eew!!) shelter a raccoon

Draw your plans on my map
We’ll connect the dots
Via a Divine plot
We’d find our spot

And
I’ll hold your hand
While they play a chord
You will hum a tune
While my fine swords
Scribble
The sweetest word:


Claimed