missing you like I miss my left hand; it's not right.
wishing you were within reach of my ladder but that'll never come true.
'cause of a pedestal or distance?
most likely the former not the latter.
this'll probably not make mush sense but ever since I saw your eyes, everything went from being about dollars and cents to nonsense.
I don't understand you're willingness to want to stand under this dim light of uncertainty.
wish you'd let me warm your heart to show you the way home.
I'm so far gone

Your determination puts me in anticipation as I'm patiently waiting for you to surpass my expectations.
Your aspiration gives me elations that keep me covered in perspiration from the constant titillation of good vibrations from you mental exhalations.
I swear my admiration can't fit in an equation to find the summation of my adoration plus your negation to be an imitation, hot **** your dedication is amazing.
I'm contemplating if you can be to me what the mighty sphinx was to the king Ramses.
If I'm out of line, please don't push back in, I'm going out of my mind like hair that needs relaxing.
Keep me on my toes and I hope that this feeling grows cause only God knows the ropes to keep us ever close.
Just don't say no when I go slow in my one woman show, to have your heart glow, go to and fro like my prose on the ocean flow.

Where is the line?
That can't be crossed by mankind.
We overstep boundaries and reach new heights only to find that there are more on the other side.
When do we say that we are fine?
To not go beyond and stay behind?
Build up our knowledge of what we find before leaping over that fresh and enticing line.
Can't we obey the signs?
Can't we control our minds?
Or is our curse to forever be slaves to our hungry eyes?
That line becomes our horizon.
Maybe the reason we keep deceiving our parasitic cerebrum is we lost our brightest star and now we're trying to find one.
Opportunity is our new sun.
And insanity happens to be the only definition for constant exploration.

Why don't you see what I am really after?
Subtlety was never my strong suit.
I used to send nights writing unsigned letters, just to think of what I'd say to you.
You make my day, I swear it.
You say I won't know you at all.
But you don't know I camp on your lawn.
It's creepy.
You make my day.
You say I don't know you at all.
I think I've found a hole in your wall.
You're all I ever wanted.
You're all I ever wanted.
You're all I ever wanted.

Sleeping in cotton sheets with a sheen of sweat on your physique.
Leaving is the thing that even I don't want to foresee in the future of you and me.
Creeping to your side of the mattress and I question.
If keeping a tie to your cardiac mass is an option.
If not then I'll be torn in three.
My soul and heart I'd give to thee.
But if you tell me that you want non of those things.
An empty shell of a woman is all there would be.
Chest rise and fall.
You beckon my all.
And within a minute I'll be there to answer your call.
All these things my being burst to confess to you.
But then I get nervous knowing that I'd make a mess of the truth.
Tell me what to do.
I hope your confused too.
Blues Clues couldn't solve the mystery of me and you.