the traveller.

tell me about your saddest day,
let me wipe your tears away..
let me catch each drop with my lips,
let me stroke your fingertips.
tell me your biggest secret, or your biggest regret,
and if you ask me to, afterwards, i'll forget.
tell me a lie and see if i can guess,
tell me your worst, and nothing less.
let me see you blush, let me hear you breathless,
let me see your scars, let me feel you restless.
let me kiss the place on your body that you believe to be ugly,
feel beautiful with me, try and see what i see.
don't be afraid about where you're going,
and don't think about where you've been.
don't ever hold back or be afraid of what your showing;
i want to know all of the things that you've seen.
let me be surprised, i won't ever judge you,
never hold back from chasing dreams, because i'll never grudge you.
tell me how excited you are to travel the world, and don't mind that i won't be there....
you can tell me what you saw when you come home, even the boring bits, cos i'll still care.
please ignore tomorrow because there's so much we can do now,
and if it gets tough, there's still a some way or a some how.
i'd rather miss you again, than miss you forever,
because even if i have to wait, i know that we have time together...
i don't want to give up before we've begun,
but i can't keep up every time that you run.
i can't read your mind, as hard as i try....
but we've got three whole months before 'that' goodbye.
listen to me, foolish, coming undone,
i'm pouring my heart out, and i'm making a mess.
but i don't want you to pick up the pieces unless,
you promise to stay and let me sew up each wound,
lie with me sunday mornings, duvet cocooned.
let's take some pictures and carve out a memory,
you can deny me all you like but you can't deny this chemistry.
i can feel you fall, because you're falling into me,
i remember a single butterfly, when you first called me baby.
you remember things i've said and you like the way my laugh is never the same,
and there's no sweeter picture than the way your lips curve around my name.
you always knock the cherry, gently against my lips,
and take it away again - just before it really hits.
you know you got me hook-line, but you still refuse to admit it,
you'd rather pretend i'd never cared, so that you could run - and quit this.
but did you never think that maybe it's too late....
did you never wonder why you get so irate?
it's just the way it is when you care,
you'll hate me sometimes, call me unfair.
don't be afraid to let go - and don't be afraid that i already know.
you can switch it up and ignore me all you like,
but i'm under your skin, because you let me bite.
let me fall in love with you, and love me as hard as you know you could,
ask me to give you myself til you leave me, because i swear to you with everything, i would.

in three months, you'll be gone for a year.
but why make it fifteen?........... when for now, you're still very much here?