Thursday, March 17, 2011

More Than I Planned

All I really wanted to know was who you are,
from my original intentions, I've come so far.
I was interested in your work, not your soul
now your poetic sounds have taken a toll
on my guarded heart,
the one ridden of emotion, but is beginning to start
all over again, never thought it be true
so this newly beating heart, boy, can be blamed on you

I think of you often, more than I planned
the smile on your face, to the size of your hands.
You got me hooked on your words that night,
Stay here boy, you're a beautiful sight.

So I'm trying it out, trying to listening to within
I guess it's working cause when you see me you grin.
I have no idea what I'm doing, trying to feel it out
But boy when you touch me, I wanna scream and shout.
Cause you took me by surprise with those honest eyes,
as our lips met, but were still acting shy.

I think of you often, more than I planned
the smile on your face, to the size of your hands.
You got me hooked on your words that night,
Stay here boy, you're a beautiful sight.

From innocent curiosity, to longing for your touch
and the sound of your voice, turned it to the biggest rush
This wasn't the plan, but it fell into hand
This wasn't the plan, but now I love the size of your hands


I think of you often, more than I planned
the smile on your face, to the size of your hands.
You got me hooked on your words that night,
Stay here boy, you're a beautiful sight.

Stay right here boy, don't wanna lose this sight.

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