Part Nine: Dyslexic
it starts out soft,
echoes...
a lunge from you to me.
and gets to be,
something...
deep inside it sneaks.
and when its though,
with you...
it starts to get to me.
and i can't think,
i'm lost...
and i start acting dyslexically.
the way the stars won't shine,
these winds that bind your heart,
in front, your eyes won't shout,
your mouth won't see,
your head won't love,
your heart won't think
without me...
these words are changing...
fading,
falling from your eyes,
these sights are loud,
and dyslexic from,
the thoughts inside my mind...
because when i'm with you
i can't think straight,
and when i see you,
i can't talk right...
and when i'm down there by your side,
all pieces just seem to fit into place...
deep inside your mind...
it starts to sink in,
deeper...
makin me lose control.
and i just shake and,
quiver...
inside my heartshaped dome.
when you are near i,
shiver...
and i fall into this hole.
because when you get,
near me...
i just can't stop feeling home.
the way the moon won't rise,
the way the sun won't fall,
the way this river came,
and i still don't know anything at all.
i watch how these words can call.
i see how these sounds can crawl.
to you...
these words are changing...
fading,
falling from your eyes,
these sights are loud,
and dyslexic from,
the thoughts inside my mind...
because when i'm with you
i can't think straight,
and when i see you,
i can't talk right...
and when i'm down there by your side,
all pieces just seem to fit into place...
deep inside your mind...
have i been blind?
or am i seeing the truth?
am i just old?
or am i experienced in my youth?
can i speak my piece?
or will dyslexia see me through?
will my heart stop?
i think i'm starting to...
no no i know its true...
i think i know the truth...
i know i'm starting to fall...
...for you.
Tim,'03
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