Currently, my favorite word is “I“. One is the magic number.
Every conversation is like a confession; I know you want feedback.
I can be your dessert for thought, the sweetest taste of intellect.
While sleeping you hear the birds tweet, and you’ll follow them.
But only if they lead you to me.
I don’t normally look people in the eyes, but its your intentions Im trying to see.
I play it cool.
You try and let your mind go astray.
Finding yourself smiling; then you realize, you’ve been thinking of me all day.
You stop to wonder, do I think about you too?
[Maybe not the amount, but at least in the same ways]
If you tripped would I laugh, or would I bend down to tie your shoe?
Would I catch you? Are you falling?
I wouldn’t watch, I’d grab your hand and take you higher.
Aiming toward the moon, reaching for the stars.
Wading in the clouds.
I’m peeping through the hole that has been under construction…for a while.
You’re knockings on the gate are faint;unfortunately to your pleas of affection….
Currently I am deaf.
Mute, unheard of feelings, unshared emotions, my secrets are kept.
Decipher my pieces, and decode my being.
2pac saw death around the corner, I can only imagine
because I feel like Cupids stalking me.
I’m taking a light jog, you keep trying to race me full speed!
Cant spell potential, without potent.
Allowing my heart slow down a couple beats.
Like seeing a good menu you before you feast.
Time is deceptive that I’ve learned to use my watch as a piece.
So with this piece, I am allowing you access to a clue in my mystery.
I apologize if this so happens to play with your Psyche.
I just made a vow —
Never let my heart think, and never let my mind feel.
My headaches turn to heartaches, suddenly I wont feel shit.
I close my eyes and maintain my stride.
And see, when I get to the finish line…if your there at the end.