|Self Taught Artis/Calligrapher (Digital+Traditional)|
What do you want?What do you want from me?What do you want? by Simply-Simon
You have my heart, broken at your feet
on the day I first saw you.
You have my thoughts, stolen from me
by mutual consent
you have my memories, filled with your words
growing old in locked drawers.
You have my future, shackled to dwellings
that neither of us like.
Is what you want the same as my dreams?
A future free of complaining, filled with smiles.
A time spent together, hand in hand
Working and playing,
sleeping and touching
together, in arms,