You’re in the next cubicle (“Dreams Tick Away...”)
Another 9 to 5 day –
dreams tick away...
and it seems that these feelings stay.
Outside my cubicle, the blinds block the shine
Yet the sun seems to find
a space on this page.
Your face – seems to be in every place –
Trapped in various cloud shapes...
A constellation undiscovered by lovers,
You’re under my covers –
Rather you’re my undercover
My secret weakness,
My pen can’t keep its peace – It feels a need to speak this,
And I feel the need to speak to you...
Tired of seeing guys trying to slide between your thighs and cheapen you...
Right now I’m seeking to,
become a better man;
a better man...
a bitter man – was who I was.
And when that existed,
I would see love in your eyes, but make a point to resist it,
Yet somehow fate insisted...-
(That I should fall for you)
That my heart should call for you.
I’m all for you...
Every daydream seems to end with you in my arms,
And in reality you’re leaving me charmed....
Its not about sex to me, or physical ecstasy....
God knows I want you next to me.
I want to wake up breathless(ly), until I feel your arm brush against mine,
Your hair clinging to my cheek, or maybe our fingers intertwined,
intertwined...
Your lifeline intertwined with mine in time,
You’re presence is like some kind of divine sign –
A miracle of sorts, or maybe an answered prayer –
Proof that soulmates do exist to all of the naysayers...
And here I am still grinding the 9 to 5.
(Wishing that dreams come true and that you notice I’m even alive)
Because I already know it would hurt to lose something I never had...
Something I wish I had
I wish I...
I wish I had...the guts to tell you that I think you’re beautiful
But...ummm....
But you’re in the next cubicle...
Maybe Monday...I’ll just let this dream tick away.
Originally posted by RUKUS
Outside my cubicle, the blinds block the shine
Yet the sun seems to find
a space on this page.
Your face – seems to be in every place –
Trapped in various cloud shapes...
A constellation undiscovered by lovers,
You’re under my covers –
Rather you’re my undercover
I'm loving how this flows...another great piece Ruk.
Originally posted by RUKUS You’re in the next cubicle (“Dreams Tick Away...”)
Another 9 to 5 day –
dreams tick away...
and it seems that these feelings stay.
Outside my cubicle, the blinds block the shine
Yet the sun seems to find
a space on this page.
Your face – seems to be in every place –
Trapped in various cloud shapes...
A constellation undiscovered by lovers,
You’re under my covers –
Rather you’re my undercover
My secret weakness,
My pen can’t keep its peace – It feels a need to speak this,
And I feel the need to speak to you...
Tired of seeing guys trying to slide between your thighs and cheapen you...
Right now I’m seeking to,
become a better man;
a better man...
a bitter man – was who I was.
And when that existed,
I would see love in your eyes, but make a point to resist it,
Yet somehow fate insisted...-
(That I should fall for you)
That my heart should call for you.
I’m all for you...
Every daydream seems to end with you in my arms,
And in reality you’re leaving me charmed....
Its not about sex to me, or physical ecstasy....
God knows I want you next to me.
I want to wake up breathless(ly), until I feel your arm brush against mine,
Your hair clinging to my cheek, or maybe our fingers intertwined,
intertwined...
Your lifeline intertwined with mine in time,
You’re presence is like some kind of divine sign –
A miracle of sorts, or maybe an answered prayer –
Proof that soulmates do exist to all of the naysayers...
And here I am still grinding the 9 to 5.
(Wishing that dreams come true and that you notice I’m even alive)
Because I already know it would hurt to lose something I never had...
Something I wish I had
I wish I...
I wish I had...the guts to tell you that I think you’re beautiful
But...ummm....
But you’re in the next cubicle...
Maybe Monday...I’ll just let this dream tick away.
Originally posted by Brown_Pride DOPENESS. That's actually how i met my wifey, same emotions and everyhting.
You gonig throught this, or did you just imagine that's what it woudl be like?
Well I was sitting in the cubice...staring out the window, just bored and I was writing in my spare time...there's this pretty young lady that sits near me everyday and she's cool and what not, but I ain't the kind to holla....
So I just kinda wondered to myself what it would be like to fall for someone in the cubiclae next to you and not have the courage to say anything about it....
Then I put it to paper...
Thats cool that you met your wife like that man...thats fate or something.
Thanks for peepin
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