Sunday, March 8, 2009

Delicate

We might live like never before
When there's more to give
Well, how can’t we ask for more?

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there

In some sacred place
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
The look on your face is delicate

It's grand, to be alive, to be young, to be mad, to be yours alone


1 comment:

Magpie said...

Bev,
your stuff is so beautiful, it brings me both to the edge of tears and to lovely inspiration.
I miss you, and I hope you're keeping up the guitar practice, because I am, and when I get back, I really want to just sit around and play and sing with you.
hugs