At this point, words cannot really rescue me you see.
So I stare down deep into your eyes for soul searching,
Something close to what I'm thinking.
I need proof, to affirm the thoughts I have about you is certain.
I'm not crazy and I'm not a creep either
Even though I can kiss every bone just to reach the depths of your soul
I stare because when it's time for the moonlight to kiss your skin.
Your hazel eyes locks me in.
Like an OCD, it's going to take a 1000 times for me to stop,
For me to realize your lips ain't mine
And our souls can only be connected to a point.
Like last night
We could let our emotions be covered like the fog did to the light
But then again I'm found powerless and drawn to your ebony skin
My thoughts about you are entangled like shoe laces but they form a perfect knot
And It holds together one, at least one truth .
That I'm going to make you eggs in the morning till you get tired of eggs
NB: But can we be friends?
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Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.
PoetryPoems from the journal of two lovers separated by their fears.
