Prose, poems and deep conversations with myself.

bad habit

i can't help but smile whenever you cross my mind
like a fool, but when we talk, i get tangled up, forget my lines
you have a way in making me feel at ease
you have a way so stay on the line please

I have this bad habit thinking about me and you
didn't let the dust settle but for now it's cool
didn't want to rush, didn't want to push my luck
i have this bad habit where it's you I want

I can't help but write down every words that come to mind
I hope I get the words across when I can't seem to say it right
you have a way in living in my head rent free
you have a way to make my heart skip a beat

words pouring, chords playing
hands writing, throwing up out the words away
head spinning, daydreaming
hands shaking, jotting down the things I wanted to say