it’s been so long
since i’ve felt good
i almost think of Joy as a stranger
and you know what they say
stranger danger

You’re a work in progress
And I don’t know if I have the time
To raise a boy
When what I need is a man

thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright

Strip your soul naked
Show me your biggest fears
Tell me your burried dreams
The last time you shed a tear

The lies you told your parents
Things that make you feel small
Do you believe in god?
Are you willing to climb my walls?

I guess you should know this
I fear abandonment above all
I long for your devotion
Its either all or nothing at all

There you were, standing amongst a sea of people. I could swear this was a scene from a cliche romcom, where the main characters meet for the first time and just, knew.

My head kept replaying the same words. “So this is why it all had to happen”. On
and on and on, like a broken record.

And then our eyes locked; we both felt it.
How surreal and whimsical, but we felt it.