Raindrops create traces of humanity
Each drop like a speck of dried blood on canvas
I don't know everything
But what I do know boils the water within
Lets the steam of your visions fill my nostrils
I try to make sense out of your nothings.
When I say nothings, I don't mean that there's no substance
But instead, it all seems like things that you are above
Yet you dip the shovel down like the rest
Keep digging, keep digging
Until China feels like a hometown
You speak of running
Yet that's hard to do when your shoes are tied together
I'll communicate with you in poetic diatribe
Even if you say you're not going to write poetry anymore
It's a shame really
You have a way of dancing with your words until dawn
Yet for all your words on paper
You have so very few for me
Just words that tell me to stay away
Even though I did nothing wrong
Call me when you figure out that Rubex paradox.
I have my theories about you
But I don't rely on them like I used to
I just sigh, its easier to do
You have no idea how much I wanted a story with you
Romance, passion, and laughter
That thing you seem to be tired of
Don't be solemn
Tears crystalizing on your face.
You speak of something called "the day"
I can't lie, I would give you that and so much more
I've give you a cove away from the past
We could run along the beach like children making sand castles
Feel the waves at our feet
And fog up the atmosphere with our kisses.
You're beautiful and strange
Your mystery will intrigue me way past the sequels
I keep peeking at the chapters before I even get there
I love you, I love you, I love you
I'll repeat it until you get the hint
Until its a melody in your ears.