or maybe i just love that i love someone like you
im confused as to what to do.
i never thought that this would happen, huh, who knew.
i guess i always did. because i forced myself to.
in hopes that we'd be for each other in harmony too.
im so scared, just really scared and frightened of who i might love
not for face value or mere appearance but that they wont be you, yeah that sounds dumb
i'll get over it one day, yeah right... unless you say that.. im the one?
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you would think id be tired of writing poems about you right?
well its funny to think, well, actually, i didn't think of you all night.
some would call it obsession with a slight dash of desperation
but i call it a dash of aspiration for grasping everything i find dashing
and to ad to my admiration of your beauty, to me, you look sexy with no make up on
so, go on. stay naked for the rest of the day. dont mask yourself with mascara. tell her, maybline or that other covergirl that if they so choose to cover themselves then so be it. but the way i see it, your beauty surpasses a million billboards and of course you look stunning today. as any other day would have it. night time too. those freakles, those lines, that smile, all mine... i wish.
i miss what ive yet to have if had the chance i say we dance all night. no grind against the time just sway to the sounds of our heartbeats and with these feet we move.
all of the above is what id whisper to your ear if, well, you were here.
but you're not. i forgot. once again because i lost touch with reality in thinking that, umm, ohh, i dont know you'd see me as more than a friend. but here i am, again. stuck in the seat left alone to face defeat because i keep chasing this dream.
whats wrong with me?
only time will tell but ah hell, for the time being let me just be.
in all my misery ill find a way to resurface and gain clarity.
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