Finding you

A poem.

There, there you are!
On another spellbound day,
when I slept and woke up,
but my tongue was all twisted,
and piercing my soul.
Life is a thief,
time, the liar.
People are walking,
like nothing is missing.
I always thought,
hey, slow down!
Don't walk so fast,
I need you to get caught up
to examining all my vinyls,
so you can walk me down the aisle,
slow…