03-23-2014, 02:38 AM
Sometimes when you smile I'm happy
but I can't say much about that
way you have of making me feel more
like a messenger for something.
You stand out as an alien among aliens,
an animal in a packed zoo
waiting to be set free by a human, personal touch.
That's you, I don't know much,
though we've talked; you make it look
like you're alone no matter who you're with.
And it's not true.
But sometimes I feel this way,
and sometimes everything seems to depend
on how I feel and what you say.
Words are only space that feelings shed
while you keep yours to yourself;
though more than anything,
it's just the matter of who you're with.
but I can't say much about that
way you have of making me feel more
like a messenger for something.
You stand out as an alien among aliens,
an animal in a packed zoo
waiting to be set free by a human, personal touch.
That's you, I don't know much,
though we've talked; you make it look
like you're alone no matter who you're with.
And it's not true.
But sometimes I feel this way,
and sometimes everything seems to depend
on how I feel and what you say.
Words are only space that feelings shed
while you keep yours to yourself;
though more than anything,
it's just the matter of who you're with.