I trace the curve of your spine
And write my secrets on your bones
We're surrounded by others
But your eyes say we're all alone
Is it that I'm myself with you,
Or that you're yourself with me?
Maybe it's the feeling of togetherness,
the power of we.
I don't know of it was that **** smirk
Your scent,
Your clothes
Or your jokes
All I know is you turned me inside out
My usual thought-out replies
Replaced with a measly choke
There's really no thesis to this,
No ******, no conclusion
Everything I just described so vividly
Is merely a self-made illusion
I haven't met you yet - the one that'll make flowers blossom in the corners of my mind
Who I'll crave and adore
And with whom I will spend my time
I'm not waiting for you, I have no time to seek
You're somewhere living your own life.
Each minute,
Hour,
Week.
The memories you're making now I will hear about in years to come
Along with your whispers in my ear: "This is it... you're the one."
Maybe you think you're in love now, with him or she
But the universe will make it happen
The one you love... it'll be me.