— Charles Bukowski
the moon in the sky. the wind on my face as we took that night ride. floating on air. adventures began and the magic was there.
darlingI i’m worried. feet start to scurry. i’m scared this could hurt me. so darling, please hurry and hold me.
baby i see that maybe it’s me. i won’t ask you to stay. just love me your own way.
the look in your eye shows me the sadness you’re trying to hide. my heart in your hands. adventures might end i should take what i can.
and baby i see that maybe it’s me. i won’t ask you to stay. just love me your own way.