don't spin my head in circles
you think you would know
I'm a poet
you can't mess with poets heads
they have been kicked
they have been punched and spun every which way
but no matter what
their heads know where they are
they still remember what they were thinking
so don't mess with a poets head
because she'll most likely write about how you did

love figuring people out
love seeing good in them
& understanding their understanding of things and why they love them
I love seeing love
potential love
platonic love
romantic love
&
genetic love
any love of any kind
it makes my heart smile inside
but I don't like seeing one way love
or parallel love
the kind that doesn't meet or
perpendicular love that leaves once it meets
because of a bump in the road
but that shouldn't be called love anyway
because love doesn't die,
if it was love it will always have a spark
a small light at least
love will never die
is true
and will always be
but love isn't a one way street, once it meets it doesn't leave
it merges together
to make ends meet

you must not know what caring is if you think you do it to much

She was ninety-five and still alive
with belief if moving mountains
You could see it in her eyes
her love of music
she spoke no lies
maybe that was good, maybe bad
your hair cut could have looked better longer
but still she could have never made you mad
her sweet stories of strength and love
were  all she spoke of
you could see she didn't have one regret
and I know the life she lived was thoughtful and prayful
she could have moved mountains,
for I know
I could see it in her eyes.

somehow I keep coming back to you
I somehow find myself looking at you
your eyes
your rosy cheeks
and a smile forms to my face
your smile
your hair

and somewhere in my soul I want to
look into your eyes and see them glow
with passion as you tell me your dreams

and somewhere in my mind I can picture myself kissing your rosy cheeks as they become more red

and somehow I want my smile to create yours
and somehow I want to touch your hair
and as I think all this and feel my wanting for this im staring at you, smiling
and you know what I'm thinking

and I hope you are wanting it too..
but why?

because somehow there isn't a way to fully escape you

my secrets are my secrets
to you I felt kept
safe in your head, and and tied to your tongue
but as. you drift away
without a word to say
why
I think I'm okay
cause secrets are done eventually
and are meant to be known
so here's the secrets of us
please don't give me fuss
cause it shouldn't matter
sense there is no us

opposites attract
it's that true?
when I hear that saying
I think of me,and you
it's not meant to be,
so then it must
it's true in some scenarios
but with us it's most likely just lust