Oh my goodness
Man you give me fever
Thinking of you
Makes me a believer
That there is still
Good men out there
Not many but few
So that’s why I stare
I watch you day in day out
Never saying a word
Only if you look deep in my eyes
My longing will be heard
The way you walk
The way you stare
The stolen glances
That we share
I’ll stay by your side
Until you see me better
Look past the friendship
And live our lives in love together
I am the lock, you are the key
An important part, my puzzle piece
Twisting, turning, contorting my gears
Revealing shadows unseen for many years;
Insecurities invade, vulnerabilities vibrate
Casting your glow, these feelings migrate
Cleansing my heart of pain and pride
Together, transcending space and time;
Closing my door, you gaze into me
explaining how you are the lock and I am the key;
the paintbrush which sculpts your masterpiece,
Opening your door, fitting like a glove
Smiling, realizing that this is true love.
Beat, beat, goes the vessel,
Try to resist the compassion.
Should you think with your head?
Or follow your obsession.
Oh what a struggle
Something spurring the connection
To see something different
Taking your life in a new direction.
Constant persistence
Always flowing through your veins
Affecting your thoughts
Taking over your brain.
Stop, stop, stop you persist
It makes no difference trying to fight
The thoughts will come back
When you sleep at night.
So follow your heart,
It always seems to win.
Even if you struggle
You are happiest from within.
Couple what an exquisite word to describe two
souls craving for each other completing this
emptiness which we were born with, carrying it
as our own fate is to end lonely in a vast and
enigmatic wilderness.
They are carried by this incessant routine , indulging their own vague
reflection in a mirror as if everything's been
torn out from underneath their own-self ,
watching powerlessly unable to right them,
feeling empty like a dry shell on the sandy
beach and lonely as a comet would.
By-far this impression of security maybe long gone
,compassion the only sentiment remaining holding
these two immortal souls like the sky tied to
the earth :- Casse Matthieu
I'm your rock here un-wavering,