Ridiculous Urge
I am feeling A ridiculous urge to scribble his name on something
Your kisses are feathers There for a second, drifting away the next
And the pencil marks Halfway erased, stare up at me like ghosts
I should not bother trying to capture you The mystery I will never understand
And why think of him When, doubtless, he is doing something other than otherwise
Why think of kisses When it is a lie your senses fantasize into reality
I beg of myself Why fall in love with a perfectly good friend
So the feathers do not float And the burning of this yearning heart shall live on
What a bunch of ridiculous ramblings I will never be able to kill all my restless thoughts
-- I think we all, every once and a while, get those unexpected urges.. :) Whether we grab them, though, is up to us...
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