It's storming out, and I'm wondering
"Is he thinking about me?"
Our conversation led me to thinking, but
God knows how far that'll get me.
I want to be wanted,
would love to be loved.
I want the future to be as clear as the
lightning flashes, and as overpowering
as the thunder.
I don't need to be confused to know that heart
doesn't matter.
Just the words on the page, and
my yearning for something more.
I want an adventure,
an adventure that'll lead me to him.
Something predictable, exciting, stable, there.
Real.
I want to feel something special.
And I want to feel it for him.
Be, look, seem lovely for someone.
I want the view outside my window to change.
It's been empty of possibilities for 5 months.
We need variety, in life and love.
Sunshine and rain,
smiles and tears, us.
We need something lovely to
save us from ourselves and
our healing hearts.
Paint the sky and hope for something dependable.
Hope the weather rains purple, and the sun
shines green.
Wish the purple will help our complexions,
and bring out the things we want seen,
because first impressions are the most important.
The things we remember.
But don't cry, cause I've seen you before,
and you were lovely.
