Eyes open ears open here’s hoping
I’m not really looking but still I’m scoping
So I’m poking out my feelers my antennas then I enter
Right to the center of the spot
Any spot wondering what if anything I might spot
Now I spy with my little eye
Something @ the door good lord looking fly
Should I say hi? Hmmm yeah I think I should
7 days latter conversation still good
Knock on wood the first step we took with the right foot
So now were laughing as were planning our excursions
Exchanging deep secrets of life @ least our versions
Squirming while we learning how to deal
With the uncomfortable silences we feel
The trance when the glance is fixed upon the eyes
& takes us on a trip inside where our souls hide…

No one's gonna love you
The way I do
Nobody!

3 weeks have passed but as for intrigue
Conversation has grown amazingly deep
Feelings kept hidden keep seeping & slipping
6 weeks have passed & now @ last we admit them
The atmosphere thickens vibes they are intense
Poetry of love songs begins to make sense
Remove the fence store it with the walls now it’s scarier
Just us you & me no need to fuss with the barriers
Usually erected for protection of the mental
How gentle we be caressing emotions
With soft spoken words nice thoughts is
Bitter sweet like the taste of dark chocolate
8 ball corner pocket nice shot kid!
I can’t believe you got it I can’t believe I lost this
A few weeks ago with a cue you were mine
But now when we go out Yo! You be winning all the time…

Approaching month 5 & friendship still thriving
Sailing smooth upon the seas of adoration
Celebrating the foundations we’ve formed
Red skies @ morn sailors take warn
Torn apart as fate casts a stone into the pond
I guess now is the time to test the strength of these bonds
Beyond the great sea is where I’ll be but believe
I will be thinking about you with everything that I do
5 weeks of travel wreak havoc on the heart
Fences resurrected in the time spent apart
Something weird begins to break communication down
Now my smiles are replaced by my frowns that abound
The pounding of my heart is obstructed by the wrench
As the poetry of sad songs begins to make sense
See we was best friends but more than just friends
So why do we act as less when the more than just ends?