Over Time

I can't look into his eyes because I'm attracted and he's attractive.

So if I don't start it up, I'm just reaching for a reaction

Flirt a little here and there, but that's neither here nor there

Take it with a grain of salt, because I'd be turned by his stare

I'm not Lot's wife, but I could be his

And we aren't parents yet, but we could make kids

And a lot can spawn from the urban sprawl from which we once lived

Pipe dreams to pipping things

But where's the divide from what is real and what is seen

And a whole lot of jealousy can arise from eyes that are green

Trust, I am just blowing smoke, but remember where's there's smoke there's fire

Cause the only deception is professing that I'm a liar

Light skinned and light hearted and I wish I could get something started

But how can we have a mutual final destination if we differ from where we departed

So far yet so close and problems? Yes, there's a host

Feelings always get the strongest for the ones you try to push away the most

So instead of telling him, I tell this rhyme

And instead of it being over, I'm working overtime

Then maybe one day his feelings will be the same as mine

~OT