If I can tear up at simple words you create
To resemble the shape of my lips
I shudder to think of
What heading your voice
Would do to me....

You choose me?
I'll admit, I'm speechless.
All the pentameter in my head
Is twisted in a labyrinth of speed limit signs
And pause buttons.
Why me?

I'll keep asking
And asking
And asking
For months, years, decades.

For I cannot wrap my limited conciousness
Around the fact
That my feelings are
Returned.

Do you blame me?
If I hadn't tried to help you
You might still be taken.
It wasn't my purpose for you to fall for me
All I wanted was to help out
A fellow feeling......
.....and now I find myself falling,
Falling,
Falling
        D
              O
             ­        W
                             N

If you told me what you feel
Perhaps I could find a way
To reciprocate

But I think I'm too jaded
Too biased, too empty
To understand

Do you want me?
Not sure....

Tell me how to identify
What's running through my head
Cause I don't know how to clarify
Anything that you have said.....

Funny, isn't it?
That I can choose between
Brunette or blond
Blue eyes or storm
Tall or fun sized
And he will still keep me warm

It's so funny how things you once think
will be your demise if you so much as think
Because then they'll be gone in just one moment
And you'll be subject to torment.

So how is it that you are able
to connect every twisted cable
within me like a piece of art
and heal, somehow, my broken heart?

It is a truth universally known
That love can turn a mind to stone,
prone to forget and to move away
from those who'd make your heart ok...

So feel me, love me, hold my hand
Help my heart begin to stand
Up to the feelings that it misses
and surrender itself up to your kisses.

When your thoughts
Just happen
To rhyme

Watching him burn in hell
And repeating the words
He said to you
When he left
For the final time