Wandering through the busy streets I longed for a place to slow down my mind from the stimulation, I could've spent hours up there just looking at the beautiful rooftops watching people go by dreaming myself of kafkaesque thoughts.
how many a thought does go by without me placing a ring on it
how many times you talk to me
and I sit wondering did you really say it
or was it
a manifestation of you inside of me
but I love the way you talk the way take that index finger
and
place the tuft of hair behind your ears as a curtain slowly slides
to show me more of what was to be witnessed
oh how I love to watch this over and over
your bright, brilliant smile ever pleasant
and then mind wanders in again, my rusted old piece of bend
it wasn't that smile
it was trying to hide the disharmony in the conversation
she needs you now and she smiles and does her display
these myriad bits of affection she throws is but tantrums of need
I play that aside and tell him to shut his trap
Still snide still aside I am wondering
but girl, I am here for you and you are safe inside of me
constantly talking, reminding, meandering, hollering
be there, I love you there
the comfort of your presence is the bliss in my summer heat.......
Watching the crowd still the stimulation rarely ceasing even after the silence of the night sets in; I am always wondering what am I all about, what is it that makes me what I am, what am I searching for and the mobile phone blinks and another stimulation pops up for my mind to wander. I can see her somewhere behind all this, her hand slowly raising to move the tuft of hair wandering on to her face, talking, smiling, allowing the digression to be at the forefront....
Is it love or just a passing fad of delightful nothing as a million times before a demeanor has swathed my conscience with the thought that this might be the human hand that fits my minds prejudiced trifles. Or is it really that I found someone so late in the day who simply fits the caricatures that my DNA seeks in the muffled imbroglio of uneven characteristics that want to unwind and find free will...
WTF...I am in love...and you are inside of me... that's all
how many a thought does go by without me placing a ring on it
how many times you talk to me
and I sit wondering did you really say it
or was it
a manifestation of you inside of me
but I love the way you talk the way take that index finger
and
place the tuft of hair behind your ears as a curtain slowly slides
to show me more of what was to be witnessed
oh how I love to watch this over and over
your bright, brilliant smile ever pleasant
and then mind wanders in again, my rusted old piece of bend
it wasn't that smile
it was trying to hide the disharmony in the conversation
she needs you now and she smiles and does her display
these myriad bits of affection she throws is but tantrums of need
I play that aside and tell him to shut his trap
Still snide still aside I am wondering
but girl, I am here for you and you are safe inside of me
constantly talking, reminding, meandering, hollering
be there, I love you there
the comfort of your presence is the bliss in my summer heat.......
Watching the crowd still the stimulation rarely ceasing even after the silence of the night sets in; I am always wondering what am I all about, what is it that makes me what I am, what am I searching for and the mobile phone blinks and another stimulation pops up for my mind to wander. I can see her somewhere behind all this, her hand slowly raising to move the tuft of hair wandering on to her face, talking, smiling, allowing the digression to be at the forefront....
Is it love or just a passing fad of delightful nothing as a million times before a demeanor has swathed my conscience with the thought that this might be the human hand that fits my minds prejudiced trifles. Or is it really that I found someone so late in the day who simply fits the caricatures that my DNA seeks in the muffled imbroglio of uneven characteristics that want to unwind and find free will...
WTF...I am in love...and you are inside of me... that's all
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