Making it Count.

i can’t get you out of my mind

i know 

how i should keep my focus 

clear my head

keep my thoughts ahead

pointing towards what could be my future

but you contain each thought

overtaking me from time to time

where my breaths quicken and i can’t help but smile

the farther you begin to stray

begin to pull away

the more 

i think

i dream of you

being with you

one last kiss

each one feeling

knowing one day would be enough

enough to make you believe

that i am in this

in this crazy overtaking wondrous experience

this thing 

so special

too genuine

for words

your lips 

fit perfectly on mine

so special 

so different

promises

broken 

and 

willing 

i’ve never been able to feel this way

yet i’m giving my self free reign

on you

on this

i’m letting my willpower fly from the closest open window

i’m in this

all in

this is my first time

i may be afraid

but yet 

should i be?

do i have to be?

or is a promise

a jump in

is that all it needs? 

all this can take