Your pencil skirt

So you are in love with someone else,
someone who burns within your soul,
I hear you've never felt so alive,
so much desire beyond control.

When we spent summers at the waterfalls
and you said these were the perfect days,
I believed you.
Now you can tell some lies about the good times you haven't had
But I have tongued you more than twice,
and I like it when you tell me to stop,
Oh its turning me on oN ON,
When you raise your pencil skirt,
Like a veil before my eyes.

Well i know that you are engaged to him,
But i know you want something to play with.
I'll be around when he is not in town,
Then I'll show you how you are doing it wrong.
We share the same city and feel the same song
so when winter comes and the bomb drops
don't let me be the last to know
How you are feeling, where you are.

Creation is gone crazy and the TV is mad
Now you are the only sane thing that I have.

Yours, Truly his!

I had a dream about me and you were not in it; his presence in your absence is peculiar.
I day dream about you and dream about him; unconsciously his yet consciously yours is curious.
Eyes closed I see him and awake there you are; that you are the lights yet he illuminates is mysterious.

What you see when we lock eyes I want to know; the sparkle in his or the twinkle in mine?
What is it you discern when we hold close; his heart throbbing or mine skipping?
What about us makes you blue; that he is the burglar or I am the stolen diamond?

You sing to my crust and he speaks to my core; I am body and soul.
He says I am gorgeous and you think I am poised; I am bold and beautiful.
Without you it is completely dark and him away I am glum; I am black and blue.

I have but I want; albeit what you are not.
I need yet I have; although what he is not.

Yours, Truly his.