Like a turning head,
Like a second look,
Like a burning leaf of an open book,
Like a pounding sea,
Like a messy crime,
When your eyes first met with mine.
Like a broken word,
Like a tragic smile,
Like a thousand steps or a single mile,
Like a lonely chance,
Like a savage glow,
When you turned and said hello,
I was just about to call.
There were flowers on the ceiling.
You left me feeling
Like a fading voice,
Like a closing door,
Like a dozen lies and a dozen more,
Like a twisted tongue,
Like distant bike,
When we broke out in the dark,
The stars looked like burning sparks.
The lights were warm but chilling.
You left me feeling
Tired,
Could not close my eyes,
On fire,
But frozen inside,
To run or to hide?
Speechless, my words could not melt,
Whisper, I wanted to shout.
Without you I felt
Like a fleeting thought,
Like a double eight,
Like a gentle fear of a warming taste,
Like a placid breath,
Like a cooling blow.
When you stopped and held me close,
Inside I nearly froze,
Your touch is almost healing,
You left me feeling
Tired,
Could not close my eyes,
On fire,
But frozen inside.
To run or to hide?
Speechless my words could not melt,
Whisper I wanted to shout.
With out you I felt
Like a setting sun,
Like a last goodbye,
Like an incomplete lullaby.