I'm diving into this thought of you and I,
Prolly shouldn't your just a guy,
Moments spent in my mind,
Just gotta take some time
Sky's of blue fill your eyes,
And my stomach fills with butterflies,
And I don't mind,
Don't, these words we speak seem so kind
Texting, talking like all of the time,
Feel so desperate want you to be mine
Gotta ask my self did I cross a line?
Oh I don't really know
Pick up the pieces asking why,
Now my minds filling up with words, why'd I even try,
And I am falling deeper into you and I
And I'm asking my self more and more why
Spending time, sunsets, a sun kissed sky,
But all these memories are just in my mind
YOU ARE READING
Subconscious
Poetrysubconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ adjective 1. of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions and feelings. 2. A collection of poetry written in a trance of beauty.
