Him

Something about him.
There is no one like him.
When I spend time with him.
I do not think about no other man.
Everything I need and want is in him.
Even reminds me why I want to be with him.
I am so in love with him.

There is nothing in this world
That makes me feel like I do
When I am with him.
It does not matter because that is my man.

I just got to be the woman for him.
No one understands me like him.
Hopefully I can spend my life with him.
Wondering if I can be the one for him.
Long walks, watch TV, or just sit, and talk with him.
I want to make good love to him.

Happening, Falling Again

It is happening again.
Something totally expected.
but everything is totally worth it.
Nothing highly regrettable.

I felt all alone.
No one around.
No one who even bothered to look up.
My mind felt it it could erupt.

Somehow, you came along.
No ulterior motives.
Only just to be honest with your heart.
My mind racing like a locomotive.

Each day my heart changed.
There is no one to blame.
But trying to get over a last love was pain lost unbearable.
You made it not-so terrible.

You began to somehow repair the pieces.
Because I no longer feel like I am falling apart.
My heart tells me to trust.
That this is what I want.

I fell so quickly.
Quickly in love with you.
The charming gentleman in you too.
Maes it a little hard to believe that this is becoming so real.

Ideally, there is work needing to be done.
I no longer hide and run.
You took on the job to repair me.

No falling i love again and with you.
Allow me to try this again.
Though this will take a great deal of time.
This is well worth it over time.
In order to find and be happy again.

Complicated

I put my trust and heart in others.
Now bringing me failed wonders.
People have left and tried to weasel their way back.
I will never be normal but I won't allow that.

Sometimes I wonder
If this world is too obvious to true meaning.
Fake people and broken promises, so it seems.
Predictable, people are.

Complicated.
Then all of a sudden
When everyone is lost.
You are here.

I am smiling and laughing.
How this came about.
Like a light at the end of my tunnel.
I can not help it.

My life has been one crazy funnel.
Tunnel vision.
Thinking in symbols, forms, and metaphors.
No short cuts.

But something to look forward to.
Nothing is handing to you
Through all the complicated maturity.
There is something I can truly explore.