Don't think, just feel

Well I'm banking on the fact that once my cruel intentions pass that
I'll be charming, witty and sweet enough for you.
But as I'm walking down this road I realize my shoes are gone
and my hair is matted to my neck from this morning dew.

And I can't be, all of what you need.
But I'll be wise & strong until my bones grow weak.
And I can't prove...that I am, good enough.
But I can promise I'm as good as I can be
if you'd only see that you move me with your frequencies.

Once my silly notions pass I realize that the task
is bigger than my small hands are able to do.
But I know I would fight the past & brave the darkest of all men.
And I would swim across the ocean if you asked me to.

Once my hair grows long, in the summer sun
You'll see that I can be your kind favorite letter.
And when this town burns down we'll walk out hand in hand
You're the only reason this place had any color.


- by Torrie James.