What does it mean?
No.
What does it really mean?

Someone help me out.

Is it my mother?
Reading books, working hard at her faults
Or is it Dad?
Never home, but providing more than enough

Is it my brother?
So blind and convinced she's the one
Or is it her?
Solely in it for the money, a couple million

Love?

No.

It's not any of these things.

It is me.
Doing all I can not to lose him
When in return
All I get is the slap of his hand

I don't even know you.

So why are my feelings so strong?

Why does every breath I take

Whisper your name?

Why do thoughts of you

Encompass my every day?

Will these feelings go away?

I hope so.

I hope not.

I don't even

Know You

My Soul is an ocean
It just keeps giving
No matter how many times
The sanded shore sends
The waves away
The waters continue to
Come Back
To keep giving
To keep kissing
The thankless shoreline

This is My Soul.

My Soul is an ocean
Going Up and Down
The waves sink down low
To a dark place
But just when they have no hope
Of resurfacing
They come out of it
And up they go
There's no stopping them
Until they descend again

This is My Soul.

Burdensome Love.
It pulls you in
Then eats you up.

You crave it
It haunts you
But you just can't seem to stop.

These feelings come alive
Then swallow you up

Burdensome Love.
The heart soars
Then it drops.

My heart beats
Bump bump, Bump bump
Loud.
Can he hear it too?

I cannot keep it from confessing
The way I feel with him
Carefree and complete.
For anyone else I cannot be

I try to conceal it, to hide it
Suppress.
Bump bump, Bump bump
I'm revealed

My love is confessed.