I watch these guys dancing, laughing, smiling... in pairs. A number that describes them as lovers. In the middle of a house filled with couples, I am there, minus a better half of me that I haven't met yet.
My mind wanders.
PMS is making me mellow. Boy, do I know how hard it is for me to fall. And then its taking me more than a year to get over it all. God made my heart small, but it can fit a million feelings with constant feedback and echo. Remembering how it feels, although I can't remember a face, or the sound of a voice. Just the feeling, but I remember it well. Gosh, it feels like a million years ago.
Love is overrated, but I have over-rated it. And its making me set my standards high, so I guess I'm not that easy to get by.
Which makes me unapproachable. I guess. Does it? People may know me, but they don't know whats going on inside my heart. Do you?Or are you just making wild guesses that aren't even close?
Where is that place I'm missing? I'm so comfortable where I am now, I'm afraid I don't want it to change. Where is that place I'm missing? Somewhere I want to call home. Somewhere I haven't been in a long time.
And then I'm charmed. Tall, dark, but not so handsome. From afar. Then nearby. As you open your mouth to speak, I begin to smile.
What an ordinary voice, but I seem to remember it well.
Infatuation? Hmm, maybe. Most probably.
A chat, an exchange of smile, a laugh, a secret. It was nothing, until I had a dream about it.
And then I can't stop thinking about it.
I skipped a heartbeat. I'm choking as I breathe.
I can feel it. A new story is about to begin.
And then I start to daydream about it...
...wait, I don't even know your name.
I snap back to reality, then looked at the couples surrounding me.
I guess for now, I'll just dance and laugh and smile along with them.
My mind wanders.
PMS is making me mellow. Boy, do I know how hard it is for me to fall. And then its taking me more than a year to get over it all. God made my heart small, but it can fit a million feelings with constant feedback and echo. Remembering how it feels, although I can't remember a face, or the sound of a voice. Just the feeling, but I remember it well. Gosh, it feels like a million years ago.
Love is overrated, but I have over-rated it. And its making me set my standards high, so I guess I'm not that easy to get by.
Which makes me unapproachable. I guess. Does it? People may know me, but they don't know whats going on inside my heart. Do you?Or are you just making wild guesses that aren't even close?
Where is that place I'm missing? I'm so comfortable where I am now, I'm afraid I don't want it to change. Where is that place I'm missing? Somewhere I want to call home. Somewhere I haven't been in a long time.
And then I'm charmed. Tall, dark, but not so handsome. From afar. Then nearby. As you open your mouth to speak, I begin to smile.
What an ordinary voice, but I seem to remember it well.
Infatuation? Hmm, maybe. Most probably.
A chat, an exchange of smile, a laugh, a secret. It was nothing, until I had a dream about it.
And then I can't stop thinking about it.
I skipped a heartbeat. I'm choking as I breathe.
I can feel it. A new story is about to begin.
And then I start to daydream about it...
...wait, I don't even know your name.
I snap back to reality, then looked at the couples surrounding me.
I guess for now, I'll just dance and laugh and smile along with them.
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