Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Perfect

On paper he is everything that I want,
And I know that he’d stick around when you won’t
I notice that we like the same movies and he laughs at all my jokes,
I notice that he shares my love of books and he even likes that I’m intense
But most of all I notice that it seems we couldn’t be more made for one another,
Even if it were kismet...
But something about the way he holds me, feels stiff and forced
That’s how I know that sooner or later I’m gonna want to bolt.
And even if I want to want him, something’s holding me back…
It’s probably my stupid heart telling me,
there’s gotta be more to love than these tans and beiges
There’s gotta be red, purple and black gazes...
There’s gotta be passion, joy and even sadness...
There’s gotta be endless adventures featuring unpredictable madness…
But most of all ,
there’s gotta be that little voice in my head saying:
“Stop thinking and just let yourself fall!”
“Stop thinking and just let yourself fall!”