I don't mean to sound generic.
But I guess I may be as generic,
As the pains in my chest,
When looking back,
On the bubbles of the water,
Forming a contour around your beautiful arms.
It flashes,
And I have to abandon your image,
Because it hurts too much
To recognize your beauty.
And to recognize the truth,
That hurts even more.
It won't ever be mine.
And so beauty taunts me,
And plagues my dreams.
How does such disease form
From mere glances?
Reflections in a hot tub.
I feel something in you,
I have only felt once before,
And when it was followed,
I was led astray,
And helpless ...
But there is something different this time,
Maybe it was just that the grace of the water,
Flowing like an intoxication,
drugged me into you.
And I haven't sobered from its poison.
Maybe it is just loneliness,
Taking its toll ...
And you are my breaking point.
But it just doesn't feel that way.
It wasn't the grace of the water,
It was the grace of your smile.
That palpitates in my chest,
Every time.
And I'm left generic,
and helpless ...