You make me twitch into motion
I let go for the first time
You give me dreams
Make my smile gleam
You run through my veins
And play in my heart
You tease my senses
And make me feel

Talk me from my tears
I'm lost in your melody
Your picture puts a spell in me
Magicaly tranquil in its glory
I try to match the outside in
My soul wants to sing
But it's hard to be heard
When you're so far away

Tonight ain't the first
But I know it's not the last
I know it must end
But our affair is my friend
These are my controls
Run by my impulse
Tricking me into love
But it fits like a glove

And, God, it feels good
To let go and then blend in
Pretned it didn't happen
No one saw and it never did

That's it.
You're welcome.
I hope this provides some sort of entertainment...
While I'll sit on the toilet.
I am **** shy.
Writing a poem.
Not *******.
Because I make the ******* rules of my life.


It's hard to remember that.
Because I pretned I do.

But I dont.

And today, I am okay with that.
Again, you're welcome.