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Control


Control I thought I was in I pushed feelings away before just for protection But these feelings I have no control over You touch me and I lose it I want to melt into you Like nothing else ever mattered Like the only thing I ever needed was love Like you are God and I am a sinner But wait… It scares me when my feet can’t touch the floor When I’m flying so high on cloud nine I can’t find the escape door And it scares me to think that your hands can move mountains That your words could start movements And your eyes could take mine captive Your eyes are like drills searching a soul tap Taking their fill and leaving me speechless Taking sips of love and oxygen leaving me breathless But when your hands reach out to pull me in Your body becomes a shelter Your arms friendly and inviting Your eyes no longer penetrating but soft spoken And I find comfort here I am not in control but I am home The lights are on And the fire’s warm
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