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As I struggle to contain my emotions;
My heart is speaking to you
And I've come to realize how much I care for you.
I know we shared a lot
Except for our deepest feelings
honey-brown skin
glistens like liquid gold
and pours into my open mouth.
i drink up as if i've been parched for years.
but this flavor could never compare
pink cheeks
rosy like blooms that burst when you compliment me.
you say my name
and everything else falls like petals, sinking
down
down
down.
your golden-brown skin is warm and inviting.
on the outside i stay cool and collected --
freezing my feelings so i'll never crack.
but on the inside,
i seem to fall in and out of love at a slightly disturbing speed.
my lovers are like puzzle pieces.
i'm always trying to find my perfect fit --
As the wind blows and the sun cuts my eyes
My vision begins to fail me.
Maybe I take things too serious.
Now I fail at love again.
It all comes back to me.
You really cared.
I sit and watch your lips
Listening to your eyes
What you've done to me
Has got me by surprise
Beside myself
Alive with you
Full of Hope
And easy to cope
A new start, new life
I wake this morning
to my surprise
someone is there
the World in his eyes
Am I dreaming?
Thoughts rationalize
I fell asleep here
Brain replies
Who is this one
Love lost
No where to turn
Beginning to question
What a life costs
Life without love
Isn't a life worth living
So I jumped
Body flew like a dove
We sit together, holding worn and too
real pages that smell of Egypt:
cool and crisp against our fingertips.
We hum our individual orchestras
left in the back of our minds when all we can think of is
The first time i ever saw you i was lost for words, but not for the reasons you may think. You see i was lost for words because you sat right next to me and barely acknowledged my existence.
The roads I traveledSo long and windingAnd painfulHave worn my pure heart out
I hate not knowing how you feel when you see me
Is it love that makes your lips turn up
Or pure curiosity?
I hate not knowing what my words mean to you
Are they like daggers with a poison tip
