Posted in Writingson Feb 4, 2005
Although I barely met you,
I want to find out more
My mind thinks of what to do
What adventures are in store?
Why does my heart beat so fast,
How come you make me nervous?
No one like you in my past,
Oh I ache for this service.
No one understands my thinkings
but as of late
they are of you
almost consumed, like paper to flames
let my glow as bright, but without the distruction
Seeing you is is like tasting sugar, but more pure, like tasting light
The after taste lingures on my tounge as if I crave more
But how should I taste something I do not know?
Dreaming is my release.
My hope of you.
Am I in love with you,
or with just the dream?
I feel overwelmed,
like at the top of the roller coaster,
but this car has an exit
will I decend?