A new year has come…
I think I was expecting that
And there I go and lose myself about all of this
"what's the use of it? a new year….I haven't used half of the old one"
No one does. Actually, I am guilty of misusing this year
I am guilty of just about anything you might chose to lay on me
My fault is not saying "I love you" as much as I should
Yet…you keep smiling at me.
Not one of those smiles. Not one of those fashion smiles
That get used over and over again.
Instead…it's a new smile every time.
And I keep loosing my breath on that smile
It's something new all the time.
And I love you and this is so limited in words
You…you spread your lips..and I…I lose all my words
"I love you" seems so narrow…so silent
so forceless in face of what you do to your face when you look at me
I am everything in between those little things
And I am filled up with you and me
And that is everything I used to desire.
Now. Now I want more.
I just….don't know…..what more to want...