The First One That Comes Along
Why is that we rely on some illogical dream,
rather than being realistic people?
I can change all that with a notion
however silly and foolish it may seem
to some leaving equation undone
the first one that comes along can be mine!
Sitting alone in a meadow of purple and blue iris,
non sure which color to paint passing faces;
I look far unable to tell what comes next,
all appears calmer than sunrise, but it's complex!
I'll make another promise to myself, not feeling half
bit whole trashing what's bad, stop being so rough;
should the first one who comes along, making me laugh,
spoil me with kisses: I won't ask anything more for myself!
No smile matches yours, nobody's eyes are sweeter than yours;
I'm not looking for beauty or someone to use and ditch
when passion dies out and I'm caught and called a smitch:
unless the first one that comes along shows faithfulness always!
Waiting for the evening's shadows to fall, I'm flooded
by a light of consciousness that explains why any darkness
we allow to sip it, lowers our only chance for happiness
that is the first one that comes along and wants to be loved!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2025
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