Muse: Hope for Love

I use him as an anchor, he grounds me.

Whenever the trains of my thoughts rush at a destructive speed

He is a speed breaker in my rails, he partakes in that job with a glee

He’s the force that stops my arms to bleed

When that sharp agony is waving in the air, dangling from my hand

He is the one I see,

Smiling, whimpering and even laughing

God make that man happy

He’s not my responsibility

But the innate urge to fix him is still there

To take all of his liability

To take away the things he hates

To fill him with new possibilities

I want to do him, love him, kiss him

Linger my fingertips on his bare chest

Sounds like a safe haven for me

So tell me, hun, are we for a moment or for a lifetime?