Love drunk

Mumbling when i am drunk,
of you.
Try to read my lips.
Or may be just kiss.
To hear the words not said (not possible),
otherwise.

Is it you on me,
Or am I in you?
Am i stoned,
or just high?
May be just drunk,
Perhaps Love drunk.

An unfinished song.

Much like the old ones,
let me pack a song for you,new.
Most of it about her,
me and you.

Of the days of passion,
basketball and the run.
Green leaves, clean roads,
the rising and the setting sun.

The beautiful thought of
knowing infinity
And the sweet sour realization
that its not in vicinity.

How I was confused about
the singing rain and the green leaves' smile.
Happy days confirming and
the sad days taking it for a while.