On my mind

On my mind, on my mind, on my mind all the time,

All the time in my mind you are all that I find,

Is this why they call it attraction, distance means nothing,

I feel the pull with no traction.

Keep drawing my thoughts in your image for satisfaction,

No erasers, for pages, nothing wasted, from my inaction.

I paint a pretty picture, then picture a pretty painter,

Picture perfect perfection,

The perception of a stranger.

Maybe I should approach as a neighbour, over common ground,

With gifts in hand, maybe, the fruits of my labour.

A thank you followed by a strawberry kiss,

From your strawberry lips,

What kind of story is this?

Tell me, when did the formula shift?

How can something I've never had, feel like it's falling from my grip?

I close my eyes, you're in my mental pool taking a dip,

Asking why I always look at you like I'm making a wish?

I choose my words careful, like I'm taking a risk,

And yet I smile all the while like it gives me a lift!

I don't know myself girl I must insist,

They say fools rush in maybe that's their gift,

But excuse my french if ain't after my bliss,

I guess when it comes to you it comes to this...

It's easy to make something out of nothin,

When what you got's a glass slipper no pumpkin.