sometimes when we talk it's like my mind begins to race
your words begin to circle me
in a poetic embrace
i feel your passions seep under my skin and in my veins
feel your memories begin to root within my brain
then i respond, and i begin to tell all of my thoughts
told you things about myself,
i know i talked a lot
it's just that when we speak
i cannot help but share my pains
our stories are weaved with different themes
yet the handwriting's the same
sometimes when we talk,
it's like we start a mystical ride
you take my hand within your prose
and up, we start to fly
cliche? mmm, perhaps
but on the way, you show me stars
and every single one has got a touch of who you are
within my every reply,
it's like our words begin to dance
they fit so well together,
like a lyrical romance
looking into your eyes while you speak is what I'll miss
they're filled with scattered dreams
upon a few, i'd make a wish
make a wish you'd feel those fluttery things i feel inside
make a wish that when we talked,
you'd share this natural high
make a wish that i could venture deeper in your mind
and on my exploration, thoughts of me is what I'd find
i know it's safe to say i like you more than you like me
cause i don't think that when we speak, you feel this sort of glee
admittedly, it hurts, because i'll miss your cute remarks,
your odd expressions, your funny poems, your comments from the heart
but maybe down the road, a familiar figure is who i'll see
perhaps that guy will wave hello to sit and talk with me
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
sometimes when we talk it's like my mind begins to race
your words begin to circle me
in a poetic embrace
i feel your passions seep under my skin and in my veins
feel your memories begin to root within my brain
then i respond, and i begin to tell all of my thoughts
told you things about myself,
i know i talked a lot
it's just that when we speak
i cannot help but share my pains
our stories are weaved with different themes
yet the handwriting's the same
sometimes when we talk,
it's like we start a mystical ride
you take my hand within your prose
and up, we start to fly
cliche? mmm, perhaps
but on the way, you show me stars
and every single one has got a touch of who you are
within my every reply,
it's like our words begin to dance
they fit so well together,
like a lyrical romance
looking into your eyes while you speak is what I'll miss
they're filled with scattered dreams
upon a few, i'd make a wish
make a wish you'd feel those fluttery things i feel inside
make a wish that when we talked,
you'd share this natural high
make a wish that i could venture deeper in your mind
and on my exploration, thoughts of me is what I'd find
i know it's safe to say i like you more than you like me
cause i don't think that when we speak, you feel this sort of glee
admittedly, it hurts, because i'll miss your cute remarks,
your odd expressions, your funny poems, your comments from the heart
but maybe down the road, a familiar figure is who i'll see
perhaps that guy will wave hello to sit and talk with me
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