Proximate

I just don’t know what it really is

Got hair standing up on my neck

Like I’m on the cusp of something

Something I really don’t wanna miss

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Like a pending storm of pent-up swirls

That brings its massive energy and spring

Giving me this urge to start climbing walls

I’ve been patiently waiting for, birth of love

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Maybe I’m bound for some exotic trip

I don’t like knowing what not to expect

Sure would be nice to meet someone

Or maybe she’s already heading, for here

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Maybe these virtual windows are distraction

Maybe she’ll help change my perceptions

Maybe she’ll be like a Tsunami and Wildfire

A little bit crazy dangerous, with a good twist

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Someone to understand me, inside out

Someone who thinks like me, not out-loud

Someone who wants to walk with me in rain

Someone who’s something, I’ve never seen

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Something has gotta change, I remain open

Something has to be tangibly worth holding

Someone to be that something that’s everything

All I know, is all I don’t- gotta be each-others…storm

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Poet of the Light © 2020

11 thoughts on “Proximate

      1. I know those feelings as well. I think too many people create too many obstacles that sabotage a pending love. It seems as soon as a potential love appears, they revert to their check list of conditions required to be met, ignoring love is meant to overcome all those pitfalls.

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