If I Was A Simple Girl

Dallas Green is my homeboy. Putting my feelings into words like a boss...

With you on my mind and my heart in your hands screaming, "Break me." A coma might feel better than this. Sometimes I wonder why I'm so full of these endless rhymes about the way I feel inside. I wish I could just get it right. And like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill. But behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart. And maybe next time will be the right time. And maybe next time will be your time. These words might be too little too late and I'm afraid that I've already lost you. I'll dig for water and fashion our very own wishing well. Then we'll throw our coins down hoping to rid us of this little hell. Can I have you? You are all four seasons rolled into one. Bring me your love, tonight. No I am not where I belong. Because without you there, I don't think I could close my eyes. Stay close, remain next to me. I need to feel important. Please know that I am yours to keep.

But perhaps the most important thing he reminds me of...

When the wind does blow against the grain, you must follow your heart.

In an ideal world, I would be married to this man. I will settle for being in a serious relationship with his music.

Namaste.
Kins

PS: F. Scott Fitzgerald also gets me...

"He smiled understandingly--much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself." - The Great Gatsby