Warmth on a Cold Day

When we hug its like the sun coming up telling me its time to play

when we kiss its like warmth on the coldest day

I guess this is why my foolish heart tries to be brave

Though there are times I tried to stay away

I tell myself this because yesterday I made another mistake

i let him in the castle

Even with the crazy tales there is still an eternal flame on the candle

How do I handle

How do so many feel lust instead of love

I can't tell the difference

Shouldn't we have both the zest for life and love

What good is your lips pressed to mine without all the above

How can you close your eyes with her then sneak off to be my lover

Why do I suffer

why do I stay

he is my drug and I can't see straight

Its toxic but to me its human nature

but i must break through

but my heart forgets to not need you

tonight im not blue

I work on my self

its up to me to guarantee my own good health

I know the facts well

Yet it doesnt break the spell

I tried to repel him with odorous smell

He tried to repel me with camoflauge pants that didn't wear well

Maybe one day we will tire of each other

There is nothing he can offer

There is nothing from him I want

Yet the other guys talk to me about crazy things

I fly high on my butterfly wings

no one can break me down

I just want to love him now

I am always thinking of him

My heart is too high

i can't come down

I believe God will catch me before I ever smash on the ground

When we hug its like the sun comes up and its time to play

When we kiss its warmth on the coldest day

Someday my heart will learn to behave

Untill then I will enjoy gift I had yesterday

Pray for His saving grace

Will grant me eternal place in his embrace

like warmth on a summer day...

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A real sadness.. made so real by certain phrases: ' What good is your lips pressed to mine without all the above - How can you close your eyes with her then sneak off to be my lover - Why do I suffer .. '

There is so often a secondary tale because you continue: ' When we hug its like the sun comes up and its time to play - When we kiss its warmth on the coldest day - Someday my heart will learn to behave - Untill then I will enjoy gift I had yesterday - Pray for His saving grace - Will grant me eternal place in his embrace - like warmth on a summer day... ' A true drama complete with its twists and turns.. mind unsettled, emotions head over heels.

Grand writing, butterfly, but sad as sad can be.

[Chris Shaw]

Where the heart chooses. We don't know why, it just happens. You just have to work your way through it, suffering the pleasure and the pain, until the heat wanes. Then you might escape his magnetic clutches. Understood this write entirely.

Well penned butterfly with clipped wings.

Chris