They usually throw cliches
and buy me nice things,
some like to cater to me
while others just beg for more
They're usually broken and mysterious,
the typical players
with their cocked attitudes,
poppin' their egos.
But you...not you.
You're the type to live by your own style
submerge yourself in fictional fantasies
some you've created yourself.
You're the kind of guy who can write
romantically detailed letters,
someone who takes things from his heart,
placing a ribbon on top
It's a gift worth so many words,
never to be spoken but breathed
You're a breath of fresh air,
always find a spark in a pile of ashes
a smile so cute, a sense of self
I love how you're sarcastic
yet respectable, unbelieveably amazing
but nothing extraordinary
I am 100 percent, completely intrigued
Sometimes I dream of walking with you
it's fall, when the leaves begin turning color
and we're simply talking about life
we're laughing as we near the end
I want more than anything,
for you to pull me into your arms
your lips gently touching mine
a little taste of your charcoal lined lungs
escaping into mine
You give me your hand instead
offering a folded piece of paper
that I really want to be a love letter
but it's an adventure you wrote for us
You're my Indiana Jones and I'm your partner
explorers in the world of ink,
simply painting the colors in the pages
that everybody has been deprived of.