organizedchaos
06-26-2011, 06:23 PM
"Baby, baby, baby"
How many times have you said these words to how many girls
"You are gorgeous"
"You are beautiful"
"You ride the wings of an angel" you say
as the apple cider of the strawberry sunset locks us both.
I stare into your moonlit eyes
as you willingly and eagerly give me your gaze
and I wonder how long
I should lock my eyes into yours
before I scare you away with my secrets
Before you catch on to the fact
That I don't let myself like anyone anymore
That, in fact, I am playing a romantic game of childlike pretend
Knowing full well that it's only a matter of time
before I will wake up in my bed all alone
Tracing the lines you left imprinted on my sheets
So I find a unique balance
between enjoying the way you push my crazy hair out of my face
And bracing myself for the day you don't call me back.
How many times can I smile at you
Before you notice the pretty girl behind me
and decide that her smile is more intriguing
So here I sit, trying not to care whether or not you call me back
Doing my best to both block and let in the
every charming gesture
of your body language and voice tone,
each kiss
every hand hold
and stopping the thoughts that arise in the back of my mind
that maybe
possibly
perhaps
you might like me.
How many times have you said these words to how many girls
"You are gorgeous"
"You are beautiful"
"You ride the wings of an angel" you say
as the apple cider of the strawberry sunset locks us both.
I stare into your moonlit eyes
as you willingly and eagerly give me your gaze
and I wonder how long
I should lock my eyes into yours
before I scare you away with my secrets
Before you catch on to the fact
That I don't let myself like anyone anymore
That, in fact, I am playing a romantic game of childlike pretend
Knowing full well that it's only a matter of time
before I will wake up in my bed all alone
Tracing the lines you left imprinted on my sheets
So I find a unique balance
between enjoying the way you push my crazy hair out of my face
And bracing myself for the day you don't call me back.
How many times can I smile at you
Before you notice the pretty girl behind me
and decide that her smile is more intriguing
So here I sit, trying not to care whether or not you call me back
Doing my best to both block and let in the
every charming gesture
of your body language and voice tone,
each kiss
every hand hold
and stopping the thoughts that arise in the back of my mind
that maybe
possibly
perhaps
you might like me.