Happy Valentines Day by look-a-flying-cat, literature
Literature
Happy Valentines Day
If you love me
buy me candy...
give me hugs,
read me stories.
If you love me
write a book
where the two of us
star as sweethearts.
If you love me
say you love me,
write a song
for the piano.
Play me music
flowing fast,
that makes my
heart sing with pleasure.
If you love me
hold my hand,
return my smile,
give me chocolate...
Don't tell me that
I'm perfect, just
tell me that
I'm worth it.
If you love me
say you love me,
and I'll say
"I love you too".
looking down at the sky by look-a-flying-cat, literature
Literature
looking down at the sky
Some people wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Some people wake up on a couch. Some people wake up beneath the morning sky, and wonder just where exactly their roof has gone. I woke up in a shower. There I was, standing up straight, the water comforting and warm as it soaked into my skin, rising up in clouds of steam to escape over the top of the shower curtain, condensation forming on the roof above my head. Nothing really seemed out of place, until I realised that I had no idea how I had gotten into the shower. How had I gotten there? When did I even come into the bathroom? I turned off the water and stepped nervously out of the shower o
Happy Valentines Day by look-a-flying-cat, literature
Literature
Happy Valentines Day
If you love me
buy me candy...
give me hugs,
read me stories.
If you love me
write a book
where the two of us
star as sweethearts.
If you love me
say you love me,
write a song
for the piano.
Play me music
flowing fast,
that makes my
heart sing with pleasure.
If you love me
hold my hand,
return my smile,
give me chocolate...
Don't tell me that
I'm perfect, just
tell me that
I'm worth it.
If you love me
say you love me,
and I'll say
"I love you too".
looking down at the sky by look-a-flying-cat, literature
Literature
looking down at the sky
Some people wake up on the wrong side of the bed. Some people wake up on a couch. Some people wake up beneath the morning sky, and wonder just where exactly their roof has gone. I woke up in a shower. There I was, standing up straight, the water comforting and warm as it soaked into my skin, rising up in clouds of steam to escape over the top of the shower curtain, condensation forming on the roof above my head. Nothing really seemed out of place, until I realised that I had no idea how I had gotten into the shower. How had I gotten there? When did I even come into the bathroom? I turned off the water and stepped nervously out of the shower o