It is the guilt I feel of betrayal to the ignorance of you,
That makes me constantly search for you, to capture...and woo.
I want you to stop listening...and kiss me.
I don't want you to listen...I want you to kiss me.
We are like vapors, trying to hold each others' hand.
We consume each other, as polar opposites stand.
What makes me ignorant, is what makes her shy.
She will never say hi, but I feel that she says, "bye"...all the time.
She wants me to chase her through the smoke trap, that I set.
She wants to be found, I must hear her sound.
Whether it be a scream, or a moan...
I must hear her raw groan.
Her being,
Is my motivation.
Her mobilization,
Is my reeling.
My lack of , "duh."
Gives her the time to comfort me,
To get the stars out of my eyes,
That her glow, reflected...and made me say, "Oh."
We fall head first,
Like paper planes and playground games...
Into our reflection in each other's eyes.
That we see ourselves, truly.
One a frightened girl,
The other a beast, lustful...and drool-y.
She runs from me,
I only want to hold.
To know.
For her to want to show.
I do not know why.
But why not?
He runs at me.
He is hunting...
I'm scared...
Of him.
Why not?
He runs at me.
So I run from him.
The girl runs away,
Like she willed.
But he over-skilled.
The guy catches up and has to say, "Hey!"
Her comfort restored by his unveiling.
Into a man, who is simply wanting...,to talk.
His confidence, his strength...rejuvenated.
They finally see each other, for they truly are.
Love at true, first sight...
A twinkle, a star. Something in their eye.
They doubt, they smell lies.
A trap, that I set...off.
So she whispers, follow me.
She invites me into the shadowy abyss.
Her beacon is what guides me.
It is her reason...
That it was her.
Her. That I. missed.
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