painted pictures

yeah girl you called my bluff through the facade of certainty..I tell you, hes him...u say give me more,go in-depth. where's the depth?...but i dont because all that floats through my head as you ask is, " wont make promises or paint pictures".....because my honesty is a lie...and we go back and forth you and I, and him. Circles weaving the circumference of what really is...you just may in fact not be him...but you just may in fact be him....depending on how his wind blows. Because Ive told you I wont let him go...hes mine...mine...mine. Yes, he is!...he should stop denying the Universe my request...especially because he knows it too. Im his, all his. Open me up and unleash me...you open up and you will be unleashed. Frightful of me you are...because you know that we are entangled! No...I am not a fool, though I am foolish when it comes to you. I am blind to the fury you've caused me..to the saddness i forget so quick. to hear your voice soothes me so...thanks for the call.