And I feel like the ink imprinted onto paper
Scribed by your rhythmic pen
And I feel like
Never will I be empty, lonely, unappreciated
again
I feel like….
Beauty, if she were a Goddess.
Song, if she were an apparition
Like some lyric laced over the hottest dance track
And I have to tell you it’s taking me back to indecision
My former resolve to not fall for you is slowly slippin
Man I’m trippin
And as I remember you breathing insanity back into me
Full on resuscitation of my soul
Mouth to–
well.
Lips.
See? You’re making my brakes slip
I really am trying to have fun
And let these moments live
And let whatever naturally unfolds between us
In its own sweet time unwind..
But you’re making me weak
My former resolve needs re-tweaking
Or maybe I just have to stop speaking to you and run away
Because the funny thing is?
It’s nothing you do to my body.
— Don’t get me twisted, if your fingers were the military I’d be enlisted.
What I mean is…
You remind me of how beautiful I am
Of all the things I have done and can do still
In a way that I don’t forget after you’re gone
Or even if you never came back
And
The way you touch me when we’re supposed to be asleep
The kisses you affix betwixt the bliss of moments play, making my heart beat miss steadiness
The readiness you maintain to rescue my mood from even a moment’s pain
You listen and remember
So un-hesitantly tender
So…
I could go on forever
About the way you make me feel
Even as I’m looking at that word, afraid, unsure if you’re for real
Despite what you say
To be honest with myself
I still find my soul in chains
Yes I’m slowly letting go but
Until you tell me you’re mine
I’m going to enjoy you and this high
Biding my time
And if it’s never to be
If it remains a fantasy
I’ll never
ever
forget how
you made me into poetry