Rome wasnt built in a day
So how was this achieved in a week?
We cannot speak...
And its killing me.
It hasn't even been a day,
But I can't wait to see you tonight.
Can't help but think of you.
You say we have nothing in common.
But you're an artist, a romantic,
A teacher an enthusiast.
But you're not a dreamer.
Don't raise the bar too low for yourself.
I know we shouldn't talk.
But this is hoping you'll read this.
To be professional is to act in a certain way.
But can you be professional in how you feel?
A wolf can wear sheep's clothing,
Yet he will still howl the night away.
A dagger can be carved like a flower,
yet it still cuts deeper then a roses thorn.
I am what I am.
I feel how i feel.
Should we deny it?
Should we hide it?
You say we are nothing alike.
You're an artist, a romantic, adventurous.
You're challenging...a teacher.
You're thinking of me and I of you.
Its mutual.
And we can help each other.
We understand each other
Because we are going through the same thing.
I can't help but think of the adventures we could have.
The long nights lost in deep discussion.
Telling tales. Planning art.
Speaking poetry.
Ugh...
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Rome wasnt built in a day
So how was this achieved in a week?
We cannot speak...
And its killing me.
It hasn't even been a day,
But I can't wait to see you tonight.
Can't help but think of you.
You say we have nothing in common.
But you're an artist, a romantic,
A teacher an enthusiast.
But you're not a dreamer.
Don't raise the bar too low for yourself.
I know we shouldn't talk.
But this is hoping you'll read this.
To be professional is to act in a certain way.
But can you be professional in how you feel?
A wolf can wear sheep's clothing,
Yet he will still howl the night away.
A dagger can be carved like a flower,
yet it still cuts deeper then a roses thorn.
I am what I am.
I feel how i feel.
Should we deny it?
Should we hide it?
You say we are nothing alike.
You're an artist, a romantic, adventurous.
You're challenging...a teacher.
You're thinking of me and I of you.
Its mutual.
And we can help each other.
We understand each other
Because we are going through the same thing.
I can't help but think of the adventures we could have.
The long nights lost in deep discussion.
Telling tales. Planning art.
Speaking poetry.
Ugh...
