Off Timing (Syncopation)

She feels for me

And though the love is forbidden

I feen for her too

What a cruel game to play

Distance not measured in space

But in time

And every written line is in sorrow

Sadness of coulds and killer would bes

But we choose to smile in celebration of what IS

Because as unjust as it is

Its not just us

We fight for our seeds survival

And for our own dark desires

How tangled are we

I mean she's just like me

She's just wondering if she likes me

Like that brings comfort

As if conflict were soothing

I feel like I'm loosing her

Because she's fine she slips through my fingers

To love her is easy

But this funny dissonance

Makes the syncopation tricky

Situation sticky

And it SUCKS to think that;

She's feeling me

But the love is forbidden

So I'm still feening

How very lonely am I

Off Timing...