Some things feel simple
When, truly, they aren't.
It's just a fantasy;
A dream; a belief.
When you explain things to me
The way you know them,
I admit I'm not that focused.
It's too hard to pay attention
When my attention is on you.
Your fascination with these things,
I must admit, intrigues me.
The way you think reminds me of me,
Twisted parts and all.
When you show me what you're planning,
It's so hard to look away. But
Not from that paper, but from
You. You're eyes, so blue that they're
almost grey. Your hair, such a lovely
Shade. My concentration never wavers
From you.
I haven't seen you in what feels
Like forever, even though I know
That's not true. But dignity
Shall be upheld. I'll just sit here,
Dreaming of you.
