Its like the treacherous storm passing by,
as the world rotates in a new point,
the reality of life which that is.
I can find you instantly without looking,
in a room of a thousand people.
Ridiculous? Obsession?
I think not its a magical thing,
that this i posses.
And lately baby all the tears that stream from my blue eyes are all about you.
Some though, some memory comes to play and chooses to cascade down my face and crashes down on the ground.
All the thoughts of everything have been inlay-ed with you.
I hope you know that,
I think you do but at the same time i don't think you understand the complexity.
Because you did know, I'd think that you would at least feel the very least is to give my some light of day.
