In A Mushy Brain... Poem by Rhea Smith

You're the reason
I check my phone every night
at half past three
You're the reason
I worry we won't be around at the
turn of the century

Because I need more time,
I need more time to fall for you
Because I need more time,
I need more time to prove to you

I'll always be around
So stay, stick around
Both feet on the ground
And finally, this is the sound

The sound that love
makes my head sing
The sound that makes
my soul, body breathe

Alone, we fall, afraid
All ten nails
breaking the grain
grating the brain
racking for answers
And why are we waiting
for love to be final
the final step

You're the reason
I check my phone every night
at half past three
And you're the reason
my head spins around
and I can't breathe
You're the reason
I worry we won't be around at the
turn of the century
You're the reason
I wake up in the morning
just to sleep at night.