i had a bad day, my safe place was compromised by some hippie,
so many colors in his hair, he was like a rainbow,
put on a plastic smile on for manners, i was an emoji.
my mood was high, like pumped balloons floating,
i fear they'd take cover, when it's exploding,
cause i'm this close to losing my mind, spinning recklessly on the edge of the ice rink and i fear that i might slip.
and then she came in like a wind, twirling like a ballerina,
locked her hands in mine, held me down, she must be the force of gravity,
opposing the force of my mood escalating, guiding me to safety,
and we're skidding like it's a waltz, her voice is the smooth jazz,
—we're swaying to and i'm no expert in this dance thing,
but my hands are magnetized to her hips, and it feels like a routine,
and baby, this is some dance rehearsal i don’t mind repeating a million times, and i’m not Captain America but “I can do this all day.”
time is fleeting with this girl i like,
not one for the cameras, but i'd like to capture these moments,
so i could replay them, like songs on my playlist,
watching you is my favorite movie,
you don't end after two hours, yet you're still as captivating as an aquarium in the middle of the desert,
you're my oxygen, underwater.
time is fleeting with this girl i like.
you're the most resplendent artwork in the damn room,
your strokes of beauty can't be painted with color hues,
i became dizzy, when i tried to trace your sensual curls,
who needs alcohol to get intoxicated, when i have you?
your goddamn essence is ephemeral,
even when you sweat, you shimmer like golden dust,
your touch is voodoo, you don't need to enchant me to do your bidding,
cause i'm gladly at your service and i'm all yours.
and then she came in like a wind, twirling like a ballerina,
locked her hands in mine, held me down, she must be the force of gravity,
opposing the force of my mood escalating, guiding me to safety,
we're skidding like it's a waltz and her voice is smooth jazz,
time is fleeting with this girl i like.
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musings of a jaded poet
Poetrylike the title implies, 'musings of a jaded poet', comes from a jaded, hurt heart but it'd be folly to think this album is all doom and gloom. before the dark, there was light and it's a journey-a tale that needs to be told. the tragedy of how this...
