Hand to paper
paper absorbing ink
ink telling stories
stories that run deep
deep like a dark tunnel
that seems to go on and on forever
forever like....this close...to touching ..never
and never being washed away with just soap and water
water like the rain that never seems to go away,
yet the sun is sneaking through
wanting to lay over for just today..
Feeling butterflies when I look into his eyes,
his hands act like they touched my body before,
like in a past life , that would explain so much
I'm falling too hard too fast..
I knew it from the first time I saw him, and knew that we would be,
but I impatiently made it happen, perfectly forgetting about me.
Hope jumping into tomorrow
catching you right when you fall
understanding perfectly
but really not understanding me at all..
So how could I possibly understand you,
when its me who needs the fixing?
trying to find myself , before I let anyone else in,
this over analytical, confused and *crazy mind
just wanting to know who, as I fall back in the serenity of time...
So what's wrong with living in the moment,
the power of moment, so strong that it takes you away..
brings you back to those days, when all you knew was to stay,
yet there was no place you'd rather be,
so I am left here wondering if your wondering the the same things about me.
