Time After Time

I don’t want to obsess,
but I have to confess,
each time you tell me you love me,
I never have to stop and think,
your words come without constraint,
cause we have this incredible sync.

You’re the calm to my storm,
though the waters aren’t raging,
my ocean’s at peace,
cause you’re kinda amazing.

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About Blinded by Bukowski

30-something female with a pen and a piano. Reading between the lines, sometimes skipping a few.
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3 Responses to Time After Time

  1. Linda Scholz says:

    If this is really, really true than it brings joy to my heart. I must confess that “in sync” is very hard to find.

    On Wed, Aug 9, 2017 at 7:02 PM, Blinded by Bukowski wrote:

    > Blinded by Bukowski posted: “I don’t want to obsess, but I have to > confess, each time you tell me you love me, I never have to stop and think, > your words come without constraint, cause we have this incredible sync. > You’re the calm to my storm, though the waters aren’t raging, and my” >

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