I've dreamed about you the past few nights.
just a lingering thought of you.
I looked for your profile online
but came up empty handed;
it made me wonder where you could have gone.
I am a being of contrasts.
Contasts are what we are, too.
I am an impulse
a lightning strike
a flash of a decision
that too often grows bored with what I've chosen.
My intuition warned me
But I paid it no heed
When I found that you were lightning, too
and brought me to my knees.
I am tired
of that sinking feeling I get
when I hear someone say your name.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.