Hope/less romantic
Since the first day I saw you - and I mean, really saw you i've spent my days doing pointless stuff like - like doing hop-scotch with the stars and wasting my time playing jump rope with rays of sunshine.
You know, I never thought it possible to feel so much for someone who has been right in front of you for such a long time. I guess thats the craziest part of this whole thing.
Don't you think it's strange how much circumstances and genuine awareness of the people around you can blind you to what is standing right in front of you? A mighty plot twist some might say.
Perspective is such a filtered field of view and I can't help but wonder what we missed out on because I failed to see the potential in us sooner.
The first time we kissed - I mean, when the first time we properly kissed; not just an intoxicated blur of half-hearted face mushing; It sent bolts of lighting down my spine and ignited all of my brain cells to a convulsing tsuami.
I overcame the walls, knocked them down and built them back up again all within one breath
with you, I found the home of the bee's within the walls of my own mind - because with you everywhere is home. Ever since the first day I saw you - and I mean, really saw you, i've been tripping over my own happiness.
The shock of your sting sparked something inside me and I have been blooming every since.
Nothing counted up until this point and now this is everything. As the moon needs the sun to guide a path through the darkness, I can no longer picture myself without you there to guide my way - and to be honest, why would I! Being with you feels pretty damn great so why would I want to be anywhere else?
(Slam poem - unfinished.)
You know, I never thought it possible to feel so much for someone who has been right in front of you for such a long time. I guess thats the craziest part of this whole thing.
Don't you think it's strange how much circumstances and genuine awareness of the people around you can blind you to what is standing right in front of you? A mighty plot twist some might say.
Perspective is such a filtered field of view and I can't help but wonder what we missed out on because I failed to see the potential in us sooner.
The first time we kissed - I mean, when the first time we properly kissed; not just an intoxicated blur of half-hearted face mushing; It sent bolts of lighting down my spine and ignited all of my brain cells to a convulsing tsuami.
I overcame the walls, knocked them down and built them back up again all within one breath
with you, I found the home of the bee's within the walls of my own mind - because with you everywhere is home. Ever since the first day I saw you - and I mean, really saw you, i've been tripping over my own happiness.
The shock of your sting sparked something inside me and I have been blooming every since.
Nothing counted up until this point and now this is everything. As the moon needs the sun to guide a path through the darkness, I can no longer picture myself without you there to guide my way - and to be honest, why would I! Being with you feels pretty damn great so why would I want to be anywhere else?
(Slam poem - unfinished.)
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