for you

the final last kiss part I

The warmth of dawn awaits
As he beckons her through the gate
Twist and break the rules of fate
For each other, they weren't made

What is it he sees in her?
Her smiles, her words, her character
Nothing much can be concurred
Except the drowning depths of Twilight's blur

Is there anything she likes in him?
His laughter, his charm, his childish whims
Don’t bother, a ray of light starts to beam
Tonight they're on the same dream

Forget the laws, away with norms
Time now to calm the storm
Abort inhibitions before they are born
Claim her yours till the end of morn

Heat of the moment becomes justification
Reasons really were never solutions
Tensions arise, anticipate the collision
Later they'll pretend they were apparitions

For a moment's worth he called her "Dear"
Maybe this was a broken heart's cure
Lost in transition she held him near
Enticing thoughts of an impulsive lure

More than friends, less than lovers
In between gasps they murmur
Tonight will last forever
And Tomorrow declares it over

"Can't take my eyes of you"
The Blower's Daughter on the radio
Open her eyes, she's on the patio
Kiss her goodbye it's time to go



from the woven mouth of the giraffe
(the final last kiss part II)

Tiniest smiles birthed at the door
A clumsy finale that yearns more
Nonchalance at the fashion fore
Does nothing to hide the needing core

Turn around, close the door in haste
Before he remembers her outlined trace
It's not easy walking through the haze
Whilst his scent still lingers on her face

He wants to know what to make of it
How did the pieces suddenly fit
She wonders why in her eyes that slit
A stream of tears and her cheeks meet

A surreal setting, an ending or beginning?
I daren't say, lest it destroys everything
Is this a fling or a heart's tired wring
Or simply a song you both sing?

There's not a single word I can say
That will keep your feelings at bay
Not a single price you can afford to pay
Mistake's been made, no longer grey

Strange and beautiful an awkward hue
Beneath everything something brews
Should you turn your heads to a different view
Or cherish what you have pure and true?

Both of yours to keep this secret garden
No matter what decides to happen
Whether preordained or absolutely sudden
Remember; friendships are made in Heaven