My thoughts blanket the sky over and over
and pours until I'm drenched
I want to tow away my mind so
I have one less thing to think about
My worst thoughts are stowed away in the trunk
It would be liberating to be able to
execute my own thoughts again
When I wait at the bus stop,
my focus is stopped by you
my focus is stopped by you
The thing is, you speak to me
You serenade me through Spanish
folk tales and songs
The only identifiable thing to feel is entranced
These feelings, I can't quite break down
because when we are together,
we both become something other,
coming to life
I find nothing wrong with that
~Tina Meeks
