Hopelessly romantic,
That's my tic.
Head ******* on straight,
for the future I dare not wait.
Dreams of love,
Questions of what lies above.
Measured out in my mind.
Where I belong not yet defined.
Lovesick heart.
Me and love, never far apart.
Joy in another's eyes.
Life from her amorous sighs.
Peace found in action.
Thoughts seeking some extraction.
Seemingly condemned by my own heart.
Too late to begin again, to restart.
Lost in a lover's gaze.
My thoughts raise this endless maze.
Step after step I take.
Often enough a mistake.
But still one in a million.
She's the one I have my eyes set on.
I'll be the soldier, she the civilian.
Ever there, to be relied upon.
To be needed.
Then I know I have succeeded.
Lover not a fighter.
I'm my story's own writer.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Hopelessly romantic,
That's my tic.
Head ******* on straight,
for the future I dare not wait.
Dreams of love,
Questions of what lies above.
Measured out in my mind.
Where I belong not yet defined.
Lovesick heart.
Me and love, never far apart.
Joy in another's eyes.
Life from her amorous sighs.
Peace found in action.
Thoughts seeking some extraction.
Seemingly condemned by my own heart.
Too late to begin again, to restart.
Lost in a lover's gaze.
My thoughts raise this endless maze.
Step after step I take.
Often enough a mistake.
But still one in a million.
She's the one I have my eyes set on.
I'll be the soldier, she the civilian.
Ever there, to be relied upon.
To be needed.
Then I know I have succeeded.
Lover not a fighter.
I'm my story's own writer.