Don't Know Why

I'm tired of thoughts running wild like stallions through my head,
And I'm tired of being in a bluesy Norah Jones kinda mood.
I wanted a kiss but I got a hug,
And felt that insane electric touch.
I know that saying the sparks flew is so cliché,
But, for me, it really felt that way.
And though Mama says she knows he feels the same way too,
I don't think it's occurred to you.
You say it's the distance,
But in this instance
I don't think that's the truth.
I don't know why I feel this way,
I think about you every day,
So until I figure this mess out,
I'm gonna sing me some bluesy Norah Jones tunes.

The End

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