One.

You make me feel like all is yet to come...
The past has no more power,
But future's hiding some. 
You want to buy me flower...

Don't even know how
You came and changed it all:
My life, as I have known it,
The feelings that I've shown.

You do disturb my peace:
No one like You exists
In any fucking way.

You're free to leave or stay.
I'm nobody to tell You
How You should live Your life.
Your journey is of value;
I'll never be Your wife.

We both of similar kind:
Compulsive, wild, and free,
Until we make our mind
And choose our truly how
And who we want to be.

Cause You are You.
And also - me.

June 17th 2015

Hollywood. Home. Feeling relaxed, in the Now. J, it's about You...