that
you
mmm.
scraping the pieces of cloud nine
off of my feet
never mars
the trip to mars
I can only imagine
what it what feel like
to feel what it would feel like
to feel
YOU.
Trickling these spills
of
my hearts quill
feeling surreal
and I chill
only to later reveal
I'm hooked on
YOU.
Warring with
the acceptance of
a war with acceptance...
Accepting a war
with acceptance,
and
warring with self about it.
reminiscing
the last time I believed a woman's
male friends were just friends,
but then that wasn't
YOU.
So true,
that
acceptance is no longer a war,
and warring with self
becomes acceptance
of these insane feelings
I feel
when I accept
how I feel about
YOU.
Then I'm thinking
overthinking
rethinking
and
rethinking.
Imagining that the thinking
and rethinking
and overthinking
is gonna lead to some other conclusion that the one
first stated.
Thinking,
am I overthinking
or is
what
I'm feeling
that has me reeling
the feeling
that I'm more that just thinking rethinking and overthinking
that I'm actually feeling
more than just feeling
YOU.
Then thoughts trying to figure
how to think and figure
what it is
I
figure
I'm feeling...
and my thoughts are focused on
YOU,
and I figure that if
I figure
that these thoughts ain't just me figuring
and I actually feel
what i thought to figure I
think I feel...
How do I prove how I
figured how I feel
to
YOU.
my dilemma.
no.
my mission
as I figure
my thoughts to feel like accepting it
I find that my heart has been figured
that it wants
to be a figure
familiar with
YOU....