As I rest my head on your shoulder I begin to wonder.
Your world consists of many things; except me.
I dream of what would only ever be a dream.
You burn without words; I only speak words.
Actions; marvelous actions, beautiful and spontaneous in the moment;
Soon after, I begin to ponder. I begin and I begin, I never end.
I’ve rehearsed countless lines to perform to you; I’m ready.
Here we go; in just 5 seconds you’ll understand.
I mean; I meant 10 seconds.
Second thought how about 10 minutes.
Here you are; here we are; gazing into each other’s eyes but to my surprise; I have stage fright.
Timid as I am; I cannot find myself; I am lost into your piercing eyes.
The map to your heart never showed the map into oblivion and now here I am; trapped, as if it were the Bermuda triangle.
Can you ever forgive me?
I’m constantly making this difficult.
I constantly speak for you and answer my own questions with what I believe would be.
My imagination stretches across the land, beyond the oceans and near the mountains;
But never with you.
Every time you cross my mind, I’m filled with joy; Joy that’s slowly tainted with sadness.
Because like gravity, I bring myself down.
I cannot speak for you, nor do I want to; so, if I have a right to ask, then I ask you, what am I to you?