It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
Has it ever mattered?
The words that were spoken
Like stars falling from the sky
Straight into my esophagus
I regurgitated them into new lifeforms
We called them love and trust
But for some reason they acted more like
Deceit and broken promises
So I have to ask
Has it ever mattered?
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
Out of the entire universe, you were my favorite set of atoms.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
I am an instrument of organs that was designed to love you with every fiber of my being and I have been waiting for you to come along and listen to what happiness sounds like.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC