Rustic

This has been a week of lyrics. I wrote yet another song. This is possibly my favorite I've ever written. I can seriously hear this on an album someday.

For those curious, this song is dedicated to My Love. A certain cutie who goes by the name of Meg. Sure there are things in here meant only for specific people to understand, but I think the main feeling is universal.

This is my song about falling in like, and being in love. Its about chilled October nights and wet leaves stuck to the pavement and a breeze that only a blanket and a cute girl can put a stop to.

Rustic

The peppery scent

Of smoke and fire

The first one sent

Not to the sky, but higher

Pine needles bend and twist

Between my toes

They crack

I pretend we kissed

And we’re taken aback

The rusty breeze

And its metallic glow

Waft up from the street

Just to let you know

You’re finally home

The word “Cutie” comes to mind

But I’ll ignore it to pass the time

Too bad you begged me for a response

I haven’t yet mastered nonchalance

Will you please understand

That this night

Is nothing at all like

Sleight of hand?

That star flew

It sprang and I knew

By the reflection

Of my glasses

I had an addiction

To each one of its passes

Smile, My Dear

Your grin has a certain

Effect on and off me

And I’ll be waiting here

Ignoring the gray

Until it reappears

When it does

It melts my heart

Seems to be enough

Straps down my head start

And Baby, every one is a work of art

You’re too cute for this

Too perfect not to miss

It’s still now

And already I reminisce

Of the hours tonight allows

If my fingers beg for yours

Would you hold me safe for hours?

I need your hand

In more ways than one

It wasn’t planned

But I’ll take the chance

In the hopes you fall in love

October blocks my view

That stop sign was brand new

It’s no wonder

It stayed covered

And out of sight

Could this ignite

Your love for me?

It couldn’t hurt

You’ll always be my first

The word “Cutie” comes to mind

But I’ll ignore it to pass the time

Too bad you begged me for a response

I haven’t yet mastered nonchalance

Will you please understand

That this night

Is nothing at all like

Sleight of hand?

Our flashlight beams

Between our cozy feet

A veritable

Tinker Bell

My Love?

Can I give you

My only thimble?

A heart attack seems all new

In this rustic

October night

I didn’t plan this

And neither did you

I wouldn’t change this

And neither could you