..enamoured

come to bed..lay on me..
eat me up and pierce me through..
write on me like letter paper..
then rip me up in two..
freely..openly..totally..devotedly..
I give myself to you..

Innocent Times

Wish we could go back in d time when getting high meant on a swing.
When drinking meant apple juice.
When dad was d only hero .
when love was mum’s hug.
When dad’s shoulder was d highest place on Earth.
When your worst enemies were your siblings.
When only thing that could hurt was wounded knees.
When d only things broken were toys.
When friends used you for nothing but borrowing pencils .
When goodbyes meant only till tomorrow.