18 December, 2018

Why does every country song sound the same, yet it doesn't?

Part I

Does beauty come from the one who is considered beautiful?
or does it come from my eyes,
filtered pictures by my mind.

Who do I blame for my addiction,
your gorgeous face or my blurry sight,
the lonely mind,
and a broken heart.

Getting used to being sleep deprived,
for I've spent the nights smiling,
and although I regret not sleeping,
I could never regret staying up to talk to you.

Such terrible jokes,
and nerdy thoughts,
fractured phones,
that let us talk.

For the first time I don't have to worry,
for the first time,
where ever I go,
as long as I'm with you,
I can call that place my home.

Part II

Stacking boxes,
playing tetris in your room,
slowly preparing for the worst.

Getting ready for the next step,
learning to swim,
getting your life ready to set sail.