Girl, you’re stealing my breath away
every second you’re in view.
Like a thief, you pick pocketed
my heart, and stole away into
the depths of my thoughts.
I can see that thief in you,
though you may not realize what you’ve done
or who you are.
I see that deviousness in your eyes,
I feel the suspense created by a passing glance,
by a gentle touch from your hands,
by brushing my hands against your soft skin.
I’m wishing that I could hold you in my arms once
and feel the warmth emanating from your soul,
I’m dreaming that I would press my lips to yours
and feel that life is now complete,
I’m hoping that, one day, you’ll be mine until
you steal my last breath away from me.
But I’ve been chosen to play
the hero of this tragedy,
and dreaming of you is such sweet sorrow.
Every thought, every daydream, every fantasy,
every feeling I have for you,
is all just a fragile dream hanging
by a feeble thread of undying hope,
an inclination to believe you’re still the one,
that you’ll always be the one,
that someday you’ll feel the same
and we could get out of here
and run away together until
we run out of life.
The thread waits to snap just to spite me
and let the dream into which I’ve invested so much
crash down to the floor and shatter
and leave me to pick up the pieces.
I’m hanging on for dear life to something
I hold too close to let go,
with every one of these dreams,
so mellow, so passionate, so surreal,
brought out by a sleight of thought
and the innocence in your smile.
My heart races, and I would gladly
cast aside my wall, my defense,
inviting you to consume my thoughts,
inviting this love to consume my heart.
But, just the same, I want
to have the same effect on you.
I want to steal your heart for my own,
I want to hide away in the depths of your mind,
I want you to be mine,
and that, that is where this beautiful tragedy begins and where it all will end.
