One Sweet Love

Paint a portrait of my mystery
Only close my eyes and you are here with me
A nameless face to think I see
To sit and watch the waves with me till they're gone
A heart I'd swear I'd recognize is made out of
My own devices....
Could I be wrong?

Savor the sorrow to soften the pain sip on
The southern rain
As I do, I don't look don't touch don't do anything
But hope that there is a you.

--One Sweet Love, Sara Bareilles

Once in a while I stumble upon a song
that speaks exactly what i want to say
every word
paints my picture
more vividly than i could put myself
in words
of my own
those words of the poet
that i want to be

but lack
in some way

because it was a mystery
an imaginary one
maybe

i thought
perhaps too much
perhaps it was just a taste
(yeah i don't like getting to the point)
of something more that perhaps i craved

yeah, and in the end it was
probably just my imagination

and i'll leave it at that.

goodbye