Emily Hurd: SONGS

He’s a breath of fresh air in a smoky bar.
He’s a little leg room in a crowded car.
He is a little light rain when I’ve run for miles.
He’s a little bit strange just to see me smile.
And he’s where I go when I’m feeling low.
And he’s all I know.

He’s a mezzanine on a spiral stair.
He is a little more rock in my rocking chair.
He is a little caffeine in a lecture hall.
He’s a clever rhyme on a bathroom stall.
And he’s how I sleep when I’m in too deep.
And he’s all I see.

He’s a U-turn sign on a dead end road.
He’s a sweet little ten spot in my winter coat.
He’s a little more time to lie in bed.
And he’s a little more light when there’s none to shed.

He’s a photograph in a book of words.
He’s the only skin in a game of shirts.
He is a sip of wine when my lips are dry.
He’s a funny face just before I cry.
And he’s what I need when I’m feeling weak, and he’s into me.
I know he is.

He’s a steady spot in an aftershock.
He is my favorite night and a broken clock.
He is a crimson red in a world of grey, and he’s the rationale for why I should stay.


Written by Emily Hurd