I see the way he looks at me
or at least I think I do
I catch him looking to my eyes
but only cause' i'm looking too

I should've said something sooner
but didn't know what to say
I was overtaken by the melody
and just wanted to hear him play

I thought the song would stop abruptly
If I interrupted the tune
you got nervous
I lost service
and felt the weight of June

the song still hums faintly in my ear
the rhymes that were not read
though time moves on and lamps still light

I know what I should've said.

inhale

i do this thing a lot
where i imagine an impossible scenario

a prince in a nice suit
a goddess in a flowy gown

waiting to whisk me away

but the truth is
i'd rather it play out in my mind than risk being vulnerable with another person because the sheer thought of intimacy shakes me to my core in a very anxious way and im not sure that anyone will ever love me because of my unwillingness to feel or express my emotions.

exhale

time passes like sand

every small moment
every glance your way

builds to the beach

I like love poems,
it appears way more than you.
You say they're filled with lies,
but what if they're all true?

Why can't the roses be red?
Who said the violets aren't blue?
What if the best love poem of all,
is the one for me and you?

The sun isn't afraid to rise,
I know that in my heart.
for when it climbs
I know inside,
new challenges await.

The sun isn't afraid to shine,
I know that in my bones.
for when it gleams
it seems to me,
opportunity is all around.

The sun isn't afraid to set,
I know that in my soul.
the day is done
we have become,
who we were meant to be.

The road, like the past, is twisted.

I'm always moving and bending,
going from here to there.
Traveling a highway of memories,
hoping they'll lead somewhere.

The ground may be bumpy,
and things often seem unkind.
But more often than not, I see,
our roads are intertwined.  

So why not get in the car with me?
Our fate has always been sealed.
"We're not meant to ride together" you say,
I guess I'm supposed to yield.

The road, like our past, is twisted.

When I was younger
I never would've dreamed
that the stars we see each night
were stills of you and me