#6

I sit beside my window with the

door to my heart opened up just enough to feel

the cool night air tangle my hair and the crickets

weave symphonies in my veins.

Well the rain splashes on the porch outside

and it mixes with imaginary footsteps of one very real person.

As he walks across the grey pavement he thinks he's just walking

but really he's dancing.

He talks and all I see is a canvas of color erupting from

a place deep inside his soul, but he just thinks he's speaking.

He's

taking what was grey and blue and turning it to glitter.

All that glitters may not ever be gold, oh I know.

They all tell me that I'm being stupid and I'm being silly

and once again I am going to rip my pants in two searching the

ground for an answer.

They tell me to lock up and throw away the key because

this boy is danger.

I won't.

(I don't think)

Lately my head, my heart, and my body have all become

separate entities; my head saying stop, my heart saying go, and my

body just half between the ground and the stratosphere.

I'm okay with that.

I've got him.

I can't lose him.

they didn't say it was going to be easy, but they said it would be worth it so hold me in your arms for a little while longer and whisper to me the things I already know, kiss me sweet and kiss me slow, he's taken my heart and now he's stealing the show.