it's hard for me to believe that beyond the reality of my dreams there could ever be,
someone,
like you.
someone who could change my mood,
make me feel brand new,
fill my mentality with wonder..
in the chilliest of cold spells have my temperature
in the degrees of summer
and have me focus not on the overlay but what's hidden from under
even when you're gone and not around
your memory stays
and though we all rush to accomplish our agendas
wisdom's taught us that patience pays
for patience is a virtue
and if we ever get together i'd never hurt you
through any argument for i'd be only hurting myself
there's always casualties in these verbal wars
but the make ups nurse us back to health
just being by your side is a massive joy
felt ever so heavenly
and just hearing your voice soul speaking has me praising you
with amens and let it bes
and i know it's wrong minded but i need speak
on what's been going down profusely
but when i shop around, tickle ivories or sit down at the movies
i think about you and i know i say it cooly
but it's unruly to leave out what you don't know
simply stated that from these daily-life essays i compose
your image is my inspiration on the margins from my awakening inhale to sighing doze
in my daydreams i'll arrange symphonies and stream away themes of enchanting melodies
inspired by you
inside my imagination i'll kneel down to propose to you
and in my slumber is where insecurity and control fade til i'm unafraid to maybe
sway your way and hand my soul unto you,
yet,
these are all things i wouldn't mind doing in the real,
to you,
and it comes to my observance that when you smile, paradise blooms
angels lose their angelic serenity when you're alone
and when you sigh in contentment,
heaven seems closer to home.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
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