Strangers Again

It's not about the song with
the same title
It's about the song
"Somewhere in My Past"
Because it seems
I've known you all my life
Like you were in my past.

Well, strangers again
Literally
But not our souls.

To Wait

I don't know
What to say
But you look great
today
I was determined
To break the ice
But you left early
By the way.
Is it because of Saturday?

Anyways
I tell myself: It can wait.

You

It's all about you
Yes--- you
When I say you
It's you
No reservations.

It's written in my eyes
Written for you to read
That there is
Nobody, nobody
But the stranger--- YOU.

Something

I ignored at first
But there is something
in you
I know I can't resist
I need to know you
To see what that is.

Something, something.

Eyebags

Maybe you have seen
My eyebags today
The dark circles
Of not sleeping.

I can't sleep
With you
Running in my mind
24/7.

Overwhelmed

I'm so overwhelmed with feelings
Every time I see you
At the corner of my eye
Looking at me.

More so
When our eyes meet.

Broken Home

Oh, why do we love
dreams?
When reality awaits
With open arms
Ready to give that
precious heart.

We-- still want--DREAMS
That tickle the soul
Friction to the bones
Up to every corner of its own
Longing--for love to come home.

Oh, why do we still love the
dreams alone?
When reality is just
next door
Waiting for you
No more broken home.