I have a groan inside
It's manifested itself somewhere between my chest and back
A little lower than my heart
It feels like anticipation
The dreadful kind
When you know the other shoe is about to drop
And then it does
It lingers and plucks the stings of my internal organs
It plays me like an out of tune guitar
My heart races
My stomach churns
I sweat
I get the itches and the chills and the shakes
I think this interment would rather have been left in its case

I feel like I'm going to be sick
Pukes everywhere
That didn't make me feel any better
Nope, matter of fact, I still kinda feel like ****

You don't know if you're inlove or just want to be loved

What's a beautiful piece of shade like you doing in a wasteland such as this?
I wish I'd've found you sooner.
Would you mind if I rested here awhile?
Me legs are tired from desert travel.

I saw you from a distance,
but I wasn't convinced that you weren't just some phantasmal image.
You know, like a mirage?
Lemme tell you:
I'm so glad that you're not.

Thanks for the respite
and the breath of fresh air,
but my search isn't over
and my fate is out there.

Honestly, The thought of you still takes my breath away

You are Me
I was you
You were me
But now I am new
Even though you are still you
You are no longer me
Because now I am me
Through and through
Now we are two;
Separate.

These roses have turned brown
The the leaves all wilted
Their petals fell to the ground
Now they see the world through a veiw that's tilted