No one, to you,
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Whyyy
You are the distance I can't seem to keep; can't seem to see. From my little point on the Earth's surface, to yours, there are no stoplights..only detours. I can't pry myself away from those moments wherein you amuse me..or amaze me -oftentimes, both.Your smile is dangerous, in that sense
in the sense that I like who I happen to be, when I know you're around;
in the sense that I do what I don't have to and I am where I can't be;
in the sense that one glance seems to ease the hustle and bustle of one day
to the next.
in the sense that I do what I don't have to and I am where I can't be;
in the sense that one glance seems to ease the hustle and bustle of one day
to the next.
You are the invisible but invincible string keeping my hands tied, eyes wide, to who I used to be..someone the world isn't exactly frantically out searching, for. Someone I'm not too sure I'd be willing to welcome back, with open arms.
It's funny how frightening the effect you (still) have on me, is. It's hilarious that I don't seem to be scared enough to stay away. Quite the contrary.
So maybe I am a little bit jealous and maybe I want you to know; but you shan't because you can't.
So maybe I am a little bit jealous and maybe I want you to know; but you shan't because you can't.
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