This city is too hip for me, maybe.
I envy romance like how a bird feels about a falling star. Look how free and easy it glows through the sky, forgetting about knowing what is. Just is. Loves the ride.
Me. I'll be as beautiful as can be, see I just want someone who CAN love me as me. Giddy up! Throw my feet in the stirrups and ride my bicycle until my biscuits are burning. Ha! Easy now, steady girl! Both love and freedom can not do without the other. When you feel the rapture of complete comfort in the exhaustion of another, the mind can wrap around gravity yet your entangled hearts float out the window towards the sunshine.
Oh, but love catches you by the wrist, locking your wings down and the window closes. No breeze to make the air sweeter. Gravity pulls you down by the back of your neck stuffing your spirit in a pillow case.
I envy romance like how a bird feels about a falling star.