How much you mean to me.
And how you say you love me too.
I can't really decide what that means.
You just confuse me. And all I can think about is you and the way you kissed me that night.
The way it made me feel.
It made me feel like I had meaning.
Like the way Thomas Edison felt when he got his first working light bulb.
I'm the lightbulb.
You kiss me and it flicks the switch.
The buzz of electricity through my veins.
The light going through me.
I immediately lit up and felt so...
So....
Electrified....
Please kiss me again.
So that I can feel like a light bulb.
I am thinking of that, of you, like Thomas Edison thinks about light bulbs.
Really like that light bulb analogy. Who doesn't feel like that when they're thinking of someone they love?? I'll tell you who, no one.
ReplyDeleteI'm the lightbulb.
ReplyDeleteThis line. Stolen.
Idea for future Thinking ABout You assignment. Take one thinking about you line (such as, like Thomas Edison thinks about light bulbs) and expand on it.
ReplyDeleteGood job.