yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
the forming of knots
the fluttering of tiny wings
the torment of infatuation
this is what i live for
this is what i crave
the ringing of the phone
heart leaping into throat
please please please let it me him...
the giddy dance
the high school shreik
a moment of composure
thank god for caller id
the casually high-pitched "hello"
that first glimpse of recognition
though i've been watching you for 15 minutes
from across a crowded club
that knowing smirk
for you know that i know you know this
these silly
immature
yet mandatory games
we play so well
shared cigarettes
lead to fiesty conversation
and fumbling fingers
brushing far too often
hyper-animation
i am captivating
amusing
brimming with wit
or so i hope to be
hyper-smooth
you never stumble
you are fascinating
bubbling with confidence
or so you think
our chemistry is almost tangible
pin-pricks of anticipation
frazzle chilled nerves
now bursting with electricity
the twilight hour
the grey area
a suspended state of bliss
flaws have yet to be detected
drama has yet to be created
string have yet to be attached
judgements have yet to be made
the forming of knots
the fluttering of tiny wings
the torment of infatuation
this is what i live for
this is what i crave
[ 15 August 2002: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]
the fluttering of tiny wings
the torment of infatuation
this is what i live for
this is what i crave
the ringing of the phone
heart leaping into throat
please please please let it me him...
the giddy dance
the high school shreik
a moment of composure
thank god for caller id
the casually high-pitched "hello"
that first glimpse of recognition
though i've been watching you for 15 minutes
from across a crowded club
that knowing smirk
for you know that i know you know this
these silly
immature
yet mandatory games
we play so well
shared cigarettes
lead to fiesty conversation
and fumbling fingers
brushing far too often
hyper-animation
i am captivating
amusing
brimming with wit
or so i hope to be
hyper-smooth
you never stumble
you are fascinating
bubbling with confidence
or so you think
our chemistry is almost tangible
pin-pricks of anticipation
frazzle chilled nerves
now bursting with electricity
the twilight hour
the grey area
a suspended state of bliss
flaws have yet to be detected
drama has yet to be created
string have yet to be attached
judgements have yet to be made
the forming of knots
the fluttering of tiny wings
the torment of infatuation
this is what i live for
this is what i crave
[ 15 August 2002: Message edited by: yoUr bLiSS ]