Eusydime
(Just... it's rolling, just go again)
On Top of the World, looking down from Cloud 9
A boy caught my eye
And I dreamt he was mine
Through thoughts of quiet and hesitant tether
I gazed at his visage through bipolar weather
With hopes that he'd mirror my instincts or gait
Carefully trying to entwine our fates
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
And on the last day I could have a slight chance
I asked for his contact, a stuttering mess
And he smiled, the world stopped, along with my mind
We started talking, albeit online
He transformed from a myth, to material kind
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
Maybe it's my mental health or childhood trauma
Is that why each non-response feels like a dagger
It wouldn't be a problem if I could form normal connections
But I can't enjoy things that don't have to do with him
Talking to him is a rush
Imitation of touch
Strange fixation on love
Smiling eyes framed in chestnut skin
That I'll never get to caress
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
On Top of the World, looking down from Cloud 9
A boy caught my eye
And I dreamt he was mine
Through thoughts of quiet and hesitant tether
I gazed at his visage through bipolar weather
With hopes that he'd mirror my instincts or gait
Carefully trying to entwine our fates
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
And on the last day I could have a slight chance
I asked for his contact, a stuttering mess
And he smiled, the world stopped, along with my mind
We started talking, albeit online
He transformed from a myth, to material kind
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
Maybe it's my mental health or childhood trauma
Is that why each non-response feels like a dagger
It wouldn't be a problem if I could form normal connections
But I can't enjoy things that don't have to do with him
Talking to him is a rush
Imitation of touch
Strange fixation on love
Smiling eyes framed in chestnut skin
That I'll never get to caress
A boy with brown eyes
These feelings aren't mine
Indescribable euphoria, simple yet sublime
Imitation of love
Strange fixation on touch
And the worry that he pities me
The worry I'm too much
Credits
Writer(s): Callum E. Wilsie
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