ugh, Poetry again.
Typhoon In Thought
What is it that I miss?
Is it your smile?
Your eyes?
The way you shy away?
Can distance really cause the mind to drift?
What makes you, you??
Why are the little things so important?
Who am I to wonder why?
Where's the right, when things seem so wrong?
Does it matter? No.
What matters?
The fact that you won't leave my mind.
The memory of your smile.
The softness in your eyes.
The way you shy away.
Distance is but illusion.
You are the most precious thing you can be.
Everything has meaning.
I am nothing, compared to you.
Right is what you feel inside.
This all matters..........
What is it that I miss?
Is it your smile?
Your eyes?
The way you shy away?
Can distance really cause the mind to drift?
What makes you, you??
Why are the little things so important?
Who am I to wonder why?
Where's the right, when things seem so wrong?
Does it matter? No.
What matters?
The fact that you won't leave my mind.
The memory of your smile.
The softness in your eyes.
The way you shy away.
Distance is but illusion.
You are the most precious thing you can be.
Everything has meaning.
I am nothing, compared to you.
Right is what you feel inside.
This all matters..........