Got me in your clutch, without even a touch, with that voodoo that you do so well.
Got me high under your spell.
Got me falling everyday even though I’ve already fell.
Got me diggin’ you so much, my mind is in a daze, my heart feels like a maze, I know it’s not a faze.
The feelings I feel are so deep, I have to count them in “yesterdays”.
Only you can save me, but I don’t want to be saved. I just want to be loved by you, and to love you for always.

There’s two parts to play in a hit & run.
You break things, leave them broken, and walk away when you’re done.
I’m left alone, to pick up the pieces, and try to start a new.
I’d prefer your part, but I’m not you . . . still picking up the pieces, what more can I do?

Why do my eyes burn & swell with the wet of tears?
It’s not sorrow, anger or fear that grips me . . .
A deep & sudden inspiration strips me of what I’m use to.
Use to going through “my” motions.
Committed to the will of my “What I CAN Do” devotion.
Usually, I strive to be great . . .
Today, something compels me to be even more.
As my eyes burn & swell with the wet of tears,
Not a drop falls. I DO NOT cry.
Instead I’m inspired to Do More Than Ever Before.
In my rearview is TRY.
As my eyes burn & swell with the wet of tears,
Not a drop falls. I DO NOT cry.
I’m inspired to Do More Than Ever Before.

Felt I needed finding when my heart kept on reminding me to lose myself to find myself, that’s when my heart found you.

I’ve lived and learned, I’ve taken and earned, but never really knew,
that what it took to find myself could only be found in you.

Lost for years, pain, sweat & tears, I quit to hide from all my fears, questioned if I’d ever make it through. In a search for wealth, I looked inside myself, no longer lost, I found myself in you.

Even now that I’m found, and life’s so much better, when I need a different view, I remember how I found myself when I lost myself in you.

Tell me you love me, even if you don’t.
Promise you’ll stay, even if you won’t.

I’ll hold you in my arms as long as I can.
I’ll call you my girl . . . you call me your friend.

Friends with benefits, that’s what we agreed to,
but I’m simply a fool in love with you.

I wrote a bunch of poems today, and not one was about you.
You haven’t crossed my mind at all, and I can easily live without you.
When I woke up, I wasn’t wondering how you were, or how soon I could see you.
I’ve never wanted to be so close to you that you would be me, and I would be you.
Typing a text and not sending it isn’t something that I’ve done . . .
To tell you that I wish we were the two and you’re definitely the one.
The thought of you has yet to make me feel like I’m in love.
And when I go to sleep tonight I doubt you’ll be the only thing I’m thinking of.

Not love, I adore you.

My 1 heart beats 4 you.

Suck my lip as I fantasize in my mind that I kiss you.

Everyday I miss you, but it’s the nights that are hardest for me to get through.

Didn’t see this coming, and neither did you . . . I bet you.
Just met you and I already find myself missing you.
Next comes you in my dreams, where I catch myself kissing you.
More than the feeling, what’s revealing are the nights that are now harder to get through.
Can’t wait to wake up and tell you this when I see you.