Sunlight playing on my tapping foot
Wishing this bus could ride forever
The images seen through glass, flash and pass
Manifest into destination
And my stomach lurches
Butterflies for the past and future
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
I see things
No one else looks
I know the meanings
Pay attention to the small things
Little talks can read like books
I see things
Conversations defined by greetings
Feelings slip from hooks
I know the meanings
You can cave in all your ceilings
Body Language you mistook
I see things
High and low fill your feelings
From having no outlook
I know the meanings
Interactions are only dealings
Thieves, liars, and crooks
I see things
I know the meanings
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 1:30 PM UTC