It's not my intent, to rush, to fly through the parts of life that should be slowed and paused for forever.
To regret, forget the things that made you who you are today.
To relinquish power to those who are no good for you.
To lay reliving, rethinking of the pain from yesterday.
Dreaming, blowing wishes to the wind.
Hopin someday those little whispers will become a reality.
But there they go, riding the breezes of tomorrow, watch them fade into the debris of yesterday.
It's no coincidence, you came into my life. You sweet pretty little thing.
A heart of gold, lips so soft and smooth, a mind so sweet, make me melt caught in those pretty brown eyes.
But stuck, in liquid love, molten honey. Burning into me, right through me.
Searing pain, breaks me in two at times.
What do I do?
Can't choose between the two- God and you.
Shoulda stayed alone, shoulda never spoken, opened my mouth to spill these ridiculous tears.
Now Im riding my own mess. Intoxicated in this bliss.
Downright split in two.
But what's the rush, no need to speed.
After-all, I'm paying for my own deeds..
