Ellie Goulding

"Waste days in foreign places..."
I want to share Paris with you. The water, green as a lover's eyes at dawn;
The sky, smudged magenta hue, diamonds observed,
Dreams caught, glistening and slung.

I want you to let me in.
There is some giddy fizz replacing your silhoette,
Beckoning, groaning prospect and an emotion
That rolled between the crack in the floorboards

But I brought back up
With splinters and bloody knuckles.
Only my halting virgin breaths stop me.
You can sing the blues, you can script this hymn all over me,

You can take my light and make it golden.
A warped spangled screen-you could be next to me;
Dewy grass, cherished oxygen,
Freshly-sculpted face and a palette of stars.

A myth uninterrupted.
I want to seek you out and discover blindness, vulnerability;
Sensitivity, intelligence, humor, passion,
Heat, beauty, romance, words,

Gestures, memories, guesses,
Touches, places, smells, sounds, tastes;
Habits, tunes, favourites,
Jokes, jealousy, protection.

I want to find your best poems
And I want to learn every line,
Tracing letters, trace creases in your skin,
And learn you;

Every freckle, full stop, good deed.
You can pick and choose what I say, what I source;
Or wait. Let me soak in my story,
Let me programmer it to the center of my brain.

Maybe I should sober up-
Take you, claim you, save you.Only a day before, I was silent
Hissing prayers of bitterness all inside my head
And you saw right through, so I found Hope

And aimed it towards you.
I speak a different language when I am in your presence
Holy tongues. I see everything
In a primrose light, shed fear and loss.

You could sing my sorrows back home.
There is little else to me; I flutter and quake,
A mask, untouched.You cast endearment
Over shadows and signs.

And I press my face against the floor.
You could be here, you could explain, you could take all the things that remind me of you;
Come closer. Hear these words...
"Reassure me that you'll wait for me as long as it takes..."[/i[