Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Puppet Master

There I was just sitting on cloud 9 minding mine
When abruptly, disruptively you came up to me
I've seen you before, thought I closed this door
Guess I left you wanting more....cause there you were.

You charmed me, it alarmed that my heart was beating faster
You're the master, at this game called love
Like a glove it fit naturally.
Your smile lit a fire, a past desire that never stopped burning
Am i yearning for this old flame?
Or is it the game that I lust? I must shake this.

Your kiss...like the sweetest bliss ever known to man
DAMN it's like if I can bottle it, I'd be a millionaire
If I dare share it with the world...but I'm a greedy girl
Sounds of the whispers in my ear make me cheer inside like a child
You drive me wild.
You pulled the strings of my heart from the very start puppet master

I feel disaster coming once again
I cannot win... I give in
"I Love You" Never sounded so sweet
Now the beat of my heart is all I hear...my biggest fear
The silence is near
I look around and you're gone, same old song.
Those words they chased you, they faced you but you ran.
What a MAN
And here I am...but this time with a plan.

June 22

Blindfolded. Only directed by the senses. Doesn't meet consensus. But who's to say what sense is??

R.S

No coppin pleads, just coppin PLEASE
I'll state my case, then let you be.
I'll prove my worth, then let you see.
There's nothing more in sync with you than me.
No backstreet, no front. No lies, no stunt.
If you're the catcher, here's a bunt.
Unexpected but what you WANT.
Perfect story, different font. No index...just blunt

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Almost

I'm a slave to this ambiguous phrase.
Loving and hating this emotional chase.
Almost is so close....yet so far away.
Cousins of bygone, enemies of stay.
Almost having you....almost at play.

Almost having you is better than not at all.
Less risky than the fall......
Shoot the text, but never call.
Its always ALMOST, never nothing, never all.
You're the middle man, I'm the ball
I'm the stick shift, you're the stall.

Almost! My sweetest conviction....
Loves lost description, my yearly subscription.
My love game addiction