Clocks In My Heart
Paint and symphonies
Never battling
We already know who’s winning
I shouldn't put one against the other
But my emotions are flying
There’s an abnormal beauty about knowing what you can’t have
Whether it’s a boy, girl, or someone's dad
Sometimes I feel like the ocean
And he is the moon
But gravity cannot pull us together so soon
Love is violent
I say what I feel is like a puppy
Excited but trembling
True love is violent
And I can’t be quiet
I prefer to watch from afar
To see if I can comprehend better
I contemplate this over and over again
But I’ll never write the letter
Not bold enough to let an alien know
What I’ll never show
Too much pride to write a song
And open up the windows
I think about space every day
And how he’s there, on his planet
I think myself pathetic, and I can't stand it
The Time Traveler has become to much of a habit
But I don’t regret it
Even though it’s elaborate
To love from afar
I have no idea what has me attracted
Is it the mystery?
The side profile?
The skin and his nose?
His heart and his smile.
03/17/18