Little things they sting,
I hear Angels, they sing.
I miss the arms of gentle touch
and gazing eyes softness brings.
After pulsing softness,
heat and passion breath,
I miss conversation there are
things need said that are left.
Hand and hand a meal
besides and forget let’s make
all the idle talk left fake
and move to the future let’s take.
The worlds calamity is shit,
so let’s together try to make fit
our transgressions and confessions
to ourselves let’s remember it.
That we are who we are,
leave the past behind and move on.
To the dawn in lovely song
to places you and I belong.
Above the clouds,
loud and soft is the rain
that washes us clean let’s remain
sane for the day and say we’ll stay.
In each other’s arms charm
me and lead me on a path
that let’s me set aside my stride
and forget anger’s wrath.
RMC 