it is a funny thing, what infatuation can do
when I see you and I breathe I can feel every cell
and see past the next moment
I can feel the way you move
anything can be a catalyst for you
a note in a song
my hair against my lip
I want to turn your head and make you see me the way I do
because with you comes this feeling
and with this feeling
oh I'm writing and singing
and dancing and moving
and even the cold air is welcome
but a year ago this poem had a different subject
why can I not infatuate myself
and keep constant the excitement of possibility
must I rely on a nameless stranger
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
it is a funny thing, what infatuation can do
when I see you and I breathe I can feel every cell
and see past the next moment
I can feel the way you move
anything can be a catalyst for you
a note in a song
my hair against my lip
I want to turn your head and make you see me the way I do
because with you comes this feeling
and with this feeling
oh I'm writing and singing
and dancing and moving
and even the cold air is welcome
but a year ago this poem had a different subject
why can I not infatuate myself
and keep constant the excitement of possibility
must I rely on a nameless stranger
