by: Brandon
When I hear your cries of pain echoed within the wind that blows my way
It makes me want to slash through whatever it takes to get to you
Whenever your feelings get broken
It makes me want to mend them with my cares of needle and thread
When I see you walking down the road alone
When I sense a tear trickle from your eyes
Whenever I witness your falls from your highs
It makes me want to rush over and pick you up
Makes me want to brush away all the dust that’s collected on your behind and mind
When our worlds start their crumbling
I feel our interaction could cause them to once again be stable
When there’s the possibility of them colliding
It makes me question in advance:
Can I call you Sparky
Can we have a dance
Can we get a little naughty
Can we have romance
When the darkness tends to creep upon your light
It makes me want to brush all the murkiness away
When it seems you are becoming drained by life’s obstacles
It makes me want to put you in bed and do every single thing for u while watching you sleep
When your self has been tarnished
When any part of your soul has suffered a blemish
Whenever any kind of system tries pressing its conformity upon you
It makes me want to turn the tables
Makes me want us to throw our crassness in its prudish face and laugh at the reaction
When you’re losing your fights to gain respect and recognition
I cannot help, but share and tangle with your unpleasant emotion
When it seems that one day our paths will cross
It brings about these various questions:
Are you my destined soul mate
Are you good in bed, I believe so, no-no, THAT I know
Are you open to the idea of fate
I even wonder if we may wed
Right now at this current juncture
An answer to these questions, most of them, cannot be seen
I guess that one day when our halves come across one another and engage in interaction
All my questions and more will be answered
But until then, when it comes to most of them
My reply to them is I don’t know
I don’t know
