You mess with my head
-don’t you see-
You’re the only one I’ve wanted,
but you’re too good for me.
You speak plainly but in riddles
Or maybe that’s what I want them to be
Because your words don’t mean anything,
but to me they mean everything
Yeah they mean everything to me.
And weird how it seems to be
that the history of you and me
Is just miscommunications
and weak justifications.
But you make it impossible to let go
with your words that mean nothing,
but to me they mean everything,
Yes they mean everything to me.
You say that it was my mistake
But what mistake did I make
that wasn’t made already
when my heart became yours to take.
All I can do is wait ‘till this ride is over
Till you just take me, baby
or just let me be maybe
(Till baby you take me
or maybe you let me be)
Maybe when you said it you meant it
I don’t give myself enough credit
And yeah I know I’m admired by
-but I don’t want to be desired by-
by anyone but you, you know
And they’re all putting on their show.
I don’t need you but I want you
I don’t know you, but I feel you, baby.
You speak your words that mean nothing
but mean everything to me
And that silent space between us
pushes me farther from where I should be.
All the words I should have said
can’t find their way out of my head
In my quiet fascination I see you
the way I wish you’d see me too
But I can’t tell you how I feel, ‘cause baby,
what if you hear my words, and maybe
What if to you they mean nothing,
when to me they mean everything…
Yeah they mean everything to me.
November 24, 2008 at 1:37 pm
i really love your poem. i feel exactly what you wrote. you are a really good writer i give you props