I watch you from the window of the deepest part of my mind
As I attempt to feel the depths of your soul
Oftentimes I wonder about the feelings that rush through
Do they belong to me of if they are part of you
A thrill, a quick rush of excitement, courses through my veins
One of the two of us, is having a lovely day
An oncoming sense of dread, foreboding in my head
Trouble, is coming for one of us straight away
It is so hard for me to explain, these onslaughts of emotion
Other than to chalk it off to being knowing
Please do not think that I, am sifting through your psyche
I am just a sensitive soul, who knows where she is going
One would think you’d find it nice, to have a friend so in tune
With your shifting moods, as they come and go
So do not take offense when I rifle through your soul
As your feelings, are all I wish to know
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 7:07 AM UTC
I watch you from the window of the deepest part of my mind
As I attempt to feel the depths of your soul
Oftentimes I wonder about the feelings that rush through
Do they belong to me of if they are part of you
A thrill, a quick rush of excitement, courses through my veins
One of the two of us, is having a lovely day
An oncoming sense of dread, foreboding in my head
Trouble, is coming for one of us straight away
It is so hard for me to explain, these onslaughts of emotion
Other than to chalk it off to being knowing
Please do not think that I, am sifting through your psyche
I am just a sensitive soul, who knows where she is going
One would think you’d find it nice, to have a friend so in tune
With your shifting moods, as they come and go
So do not take offense when I rifle through your soul
As your feelings, are all I wish to know
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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