Call me old-fashioned but pen and paper feels right.
While typing does give me some pleasure
I can never get over the smell of paper and the glide of the pen
yeah…
I write about love
But I am as clueless as a newborn
the one time I almost was
Turned into the time I almost wasn’t
I was always so careful
And then I tripped and almost fell
Almost…
It was one of those dramatic try to catch yourself t.v. kinda trip.
But I did…
Catch myself
Now I’m on guard 24/7 or maybe just 23 hours.
Because that one hour before I fall asleep
I think without permission from my heart.
I think what it would be like.
To love someone so much that it aches
Love eludes me
Or maybe I’m just constantly running
Either way
Maybe it’s time
Just take a little dip Maybe I’ll come back unscathed
Or maybe my whole being will change
2-4-15
Maybe you`re right, maybe this is all that I can be
But what if it`s you, and it wasn`t me?
–W.D.Y.W.F.M The Neighbourhood
