Comet
You look pretty
There’s the spark
Your mind beguiles
A race in my heart
Fidgeting toes
Trying to get close
Swaying arms
Sneaking a touch
Itchy lips
Stuck on her view
In this state
Nothing I wouldn’t do
A single drop
My cup runneth over
The future I glimpsed
Turns into disorder
Someone to love
Could never be me
You’ve shown me another way to be free
The fire burns out
My mind contorts
Lingering feelings
Cotton candy storms
I’m aware they’ll continue to come in installments
What once was destructive finally turns harmless