Hope and praying that you’ll show up at my door
Pigments fading off color gold
Luster paint turning to cerulean.
I’m sitting on my windowsill waiting.
Constant insecurities flooded all my memories
And all my fears, all my flaws reflected in the mirror.
There I was doing it again, replaying all the things I had said
Starting out all the mental battles again.
There’s not a day that I don’t sit right by the door,
Waiting for your call to take me off the road.
And you’d be dazzling smile, darkest eyes
That’d sweep me off of my feet.
And all these years I’ve spent in the night,
You scared it and brought bursting sunlight.
And there was enigmatic hope in the sound of your breath.
I would do anything, love, to hear it again.
You are the first page that I wrote
You painted my sky and turned it to gold.
I wish you would jump off the page.
I need you, but it’s all in my head.
All In My Head
© Copyright: Джеймс Грей, 2021
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