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Simple reflections...

Simple reflections of past blunders fill my mind.
A gentle breeze of radiant beauty catches my sense.
My heart races a mile a minute as I see your smile.
This happens every moment in which I may be in your presence.
One never thinks it will happen, but you always find that one.
I cannot, but do not refuse to, believe this is happening.
Every day, it is more and more until I must rest to comfort myself.
You have an effect in which I want to surround myself in.
In essence, you are controlling me with your beauty abound.
If only I knew if you knew you were doing it.
That thought is not exactly what I meant to be thinking.
This new feeling in which you provide me has provoked uncertainty into why it is here.
I am not used to this sort of thing.
Not used to it in the sense that I have never wanted it before.
I never felt the way that I do.
I refused to believe love in any form meant anything to me.
After all, I did not deserve it.
Quite the contrary, most will destroy that thought.
Others will attempt to prove it true through subconscious deviations from the truth.
Before, I chose door number two, what others told me.
Door number one was my own truth, and that is exactly what I live in now.
Not all will come to the realization that they deserve it.
If you can tell my state of being compared to what it was, you would know how much better door number one is.
I may or may not be a good example to explain why this works, even so, look at others who sieve through the bullshit that is given to them.
They know they deserve it, so do I, and so shall you.
I am only one person but if it makes any difference, I love you.
No matter who, when, whatever... I will always love you.
Whether or not that means anything is not for me to decide, but you must never forget that.
 
1-16-97
Chris Loflin

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