Why can I not put the words together
to explain that I was lost
and didn't know it
That I was never anywhere but here
I just forgot
That there is a centre to my body
that I can only feel when my feet are off the ground
How do I say that I wasn't lying when I wrote that box full of forever's
but that today the photo of my beliefs looks different
I didn't know that life is a collection of various positions
I so badly wish for a million different words for love
So I could tell each of you how much I do, and exactly how
And that maybe those "forevers" would make sense after all
Today
I found my centre here
and I loved in cartwheels
black coffee and breakfast
sticky hands and cherry kisses
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