Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking about things that aren't,
Nor could ever be
Actualities unwarranted:
Things uncentered
Things unseen
Things undone,
If you know what I mean.
Movies reeling constant
But only in my mind's eye
So you play the parts
And it would be my
Honor to catch you
Thinking the same
Daydream. Only,
You have the script.. And I hope it's not a game.
Sometimes I catch myself
Thinking the oddest things.
What if's and why not's
Barge into my clarity and stings
The beautiful scene I observe in you.
Simply:
You paint me a picture,
I'll sing you a song.
You kiss me, I'll hold you
And we'll right all the wrong.
The crunching of paper as it's balled and thrown away, an angry whisper "It's not worth even her time of day".
