innocent

[creativesoul]

when i looked into his eyes
that very first time
i knew i was done

then it wasnt fun anymore
i wanted to go home
he knew
i was leaving
somehow
even in all the drama and emotion
that color of the ocean
drew me home
do i think of him
when i am having coffee with the morning star
i think somehow that love is the most baffling
intense thing that we are
how bazzare
how bazzare

[saw]

baffling indeed.......often inexplicable even with poetic license.........aloha