I couldn't tell you what I feel
is it the eyes?
no...the smile
nooo....the touch....the voice....the look
paralyzed by the kindness and honesty
watching my soul be fed by the laughter
stuck in the passion of want and not having
and falling up towards the heavens
in a never-ending spiral of unrequited love
it's like an unceasing melody that changes day to day
but remains loud in the ear drums
and plays to the beat of a heart
and the breath in the lungs
coupled with goosebumps traveling from the nape of the neck
to the tips of the toes
the sound grows louder...
louder....still
watching---waiting for the sonata to stop
....yet, the feeling of infatuation hits like a ton of bricks
dropped from a 20 story building
and causes an unwanted death of emotional turmoil
but this is love right?
The smell that lingers when they lay in the bed
the touch that causes the body to tense up.....
the words....that takes the broken pieces and covers them in gold
no to repair the broken but to allow the beauty of the pain
to shimmer through the darkness....
I couldn't tell you what I feel....
I feel everything and nothing---transposed into melodies of not being enough and to know that I'm a fucking idiot.....
I feel everything---
the will to take off running and not look back and damn the consequences of my actions or what i'll loose
being trapped ina world where no one can tell me and I can't tell me what to feel or how to be....
Failure---I'm down....I'm lonely....I'm in love....
I just can't tell you what I feel
is it the eyes?
no...the smile
nooo....the touch....the voice....the look
paralyzed by the kindness and honesty
watching my soul be fed by the laughter
stuck in the passion of want and not having
and falling up towards the heavens
in a never-ending spiral of unrequited love
it's like an unceasing melody that changes day to day
but remains loud in the ear drums
and plays to the beat of a heart
and the breath in the lungs
coupled with goosebumps traveling from the nape of the neck
to the tips of the toes
the sound grows louder...
louder....still
watching---waiting for the sonata to stop
....yet, the feeling of infatuation hits like a ton of bricks
dropped from a 20 story building
and causes an unwanted death of emotional turmoil
but this is love right?
The smell that lingers when they lay in the bed
the touch that causes the body to tense up.....
the words....that takes the broken pieces and covers them in gold
no to repair the broken but to allow the beauty of the pain
to shimmer through the darkness....
I couldn't tell you what I feel....
I feel everything and nothing---transposed into melodies of not being enough and to know that I'm a fucking idiot.....
I feel everything---
the will to take off running and not look back and damn the consequences of my actions or what i'll loose
being trapped ina world where no one can tell me and I can't tell me what to feel or how to be....
Failure---I'm down....I'm lonely....I'm in love....
I just can't tell you what I feel
