Rough Draft :-)

They asked me if I loved you, my tongue hid in the roof of my mouth for shelter
But that day you were under the weather, I willed clouds to part for you
They didn’t.
So instead I carried your bag and made an umbrella out of my beating heart for you
Lover, I’ve got a gasoline heart; more volatile than most
And you’ve got your feet planted on the earth with a good head on your shoulders to match.
You light me up so I am always a beacon for lost seamen even when I’m myself lost.
An Ep User An EP User
Jan 12, 2013