The world spins, it keeps spinning
It reaches my head, when I think of you
And time ticks, it keeps ticking
But it comes to a halt, when I'm with you
A fountain of joy, I revel in
When I am around you
But why do I sink into an ocean of pain
When unfolds, the thought of wanting you
I've entered a new phase, discovering revelations
Acquaintances with thoughts that aren't new
But each time they came afloat
They were always hushed, subdued
Why now, do they float about
Teasing me, hauntingly, following me around
Raising another army of storms
Provoking me to make a sound
And I hush again, but often in vain
For ever so often, it spills out
The more I try to hide, the more it shows
It must strut and shine, within and without
And now I risk looking silly
Never did I think I would
Make small talk to grab attention
Even subconsciously, I thought not, I could
The exchange of bundles of words
To me was worthless chitter chatter
But with you, I dig into every little exchange
Even if it's merely banter
You say I'm wound too tight, perhaps, I am
And it appals me just as much
For what never held as much weight
Is being powdered to study, such
It reaches my head, when I think of you
And time ticks, it keeps ticking
But it comes to a halt, when I'm with you
A fountain of joy, I revel in
When I am around you
But why do I sink into an ocean of pain
When unfolds, the thought of wanting you
I've entered a new phase, discovering revelations
Acquaintances with thoughts that aren't new
But each time they came afloat
They were always hushed, subdued
Why now, do they float about
Teasing me, hauntingly, following me around
Raising another army of storms
Provoking me to make a sound
And I hush again, but often in vain
For ever so often, it spills out
The more I try to hide, the more it shows
It must strut and shine, within and without
And now I risk looking silly
Never did I think I would
Make small talk to grab attention
Even subconsciously, I thought not, I could
The exchange of bundles of words
To me was worthless chitter chatter
But with you, I dig into every little exchange
Even if it's merely banter
You say I'm wound too tight, perhaps, I am
And it appals me just as much
For what never held as much weight
Is being powdered to study, such
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