This is what the inside of my head looks like...
missed opportunities that you let pass by.
missed opportunities pass you left and then right.
again, and again, until there's no chance left to take.
again, and again, until all of your chances start slipping away.
what a disgrace that you let them pass by.
now your missed opportunities keep you up various hours at a time.
you make my mind wander off to unfamiliar territories.
you take it places it's never been...
it dances aimlessness in a field of Daisies.
it's eloped, and wandered over the earth..
it roams and charges apply.
there's no way back.
and even if there is, it'll opt to take the long way back.
You give words meaning and context. It's made me realize how beautiful language is when it's backed up with reinforcing actions. It's as simple as a low pitched "you're so pretty" followed by brushing my hair to the side so that you could stare deep into my eyes. Words are just words until you add context... as I always say write and speak in lower case, act and do in all caps. Words are powerful. Words are essential. Words are meaningful. But without actions to reinforce them, words are just words.
i tried..
i've tried..
i'm trying..
to express my feelings for you.
i could try to perfectly piece words together for you, but i much rather leave words and poetry out of this.
talk is cheap,
and as for the poetry,
that's how i escape from reality,
to maintain my sanity.
i write this entry in lowercase.
i promise to act in all caps.
i hope you understand that if i never write about you, it's not because i'm not inspired, touched, or moved, but because the feelings you give me are indescribable.
you make me feel insanely sane.
it's such a celestial feeling...
you swept me off my feet,
and have me walking on the moon..
i'm free falling..
and i never want to come down...
i write about them all, but for you i want to live.
I can see my reflection in your eyes as I taste your lips.
I'm taking it all in through my senses.
I can savor a mouthful of regrets.
Yours, not mine...
But what's yours is mine, and what's mine, is really just mine.
So we share regrets, as I try to hold on, and fight for what's left of my sanity.
You led us here, but I blindly followed.
Pursued you, but you were to blind to follow.
You don't follow, but you follow.
You don't trust me, but all my cards are facing up.
In the present, right before your presence, something tells me .....
Your regret is not regretting being here tonight,
