As the song goes… too young to fall in love but I’m too old to be this afraid, to be a virgin, or to be all alone in the world. Retired Feelings, surely the pieces of my heart must be dust by now and if not what am I, lonely man at 31 or a dirty perv
Girls like shiny things and that’s no secret but I think I would shine in the dark like any one star but in the end the sun always rises and I have seen myself in the light *sigh*. Shine Love… I suppose I understand, love may be blind but before that
I’ve heard it takes so many muscles to smile and so many to frown but how many does it take to kiss her, how many to even look at her and frankly it doesn’t matter how many it takes to love her. Frenching Heaven, to have such strength…
Because that’s where she is, in my head, in my heart in my dreams and because everywhere else I know I can’t have her. “Because Bed” is safe but even standing right next to her, well if the girl only knew what I was thinking… baggy pants anyone?
It’s a small world after all… everything I need on one street, a girl or “the girl” could be pretty close, and my bed is awfully big enough then again… I’ve never had another person in it. “Mattress Goals”… I want to share but love on the edge…
It’s why I’m still breathing… because she is so far away right now but am I running towards her or away from her; no clue. The Distance to You… seems to answer the question but I’m not sure I believe it and maybe I should just enjoy the air
She leaves me breathless, not with kisses or in the plethora of ways I imagine but with my own fear of wanting her and knowing in the end… A Breathless Guest, someday on my lips, in my life, in my bed but she really won’t be a guest; catch my breath.
So what if I had air, I’d use it all up telling her how beautiful she is, I wouldn’t use it at all kissing her, or would it even exist because she’s an angel so this must be paradise… who needs air? Wishful Breathing; yes, no, maybe… out of my misery