Full lips.
Gorgeous figure.
Infectious laugh.
The way your smile curves in such a way
Is intoxicating.
Your gaze makes me want to look into your eyes for
Forever.
Yes, it is true.
This is how I feel about you.

I always tend to **** things up,
And I don’t know how to do the right things.
I don’t know how to please you, to make you smile,
But believe me, I’ll try anything.
For your laugh and your snort, you may hate them,
But they’re the greatest rewards for me.
And your smile is intoxicating;
The greatest reward for me.

The way that your glasses perch on your face,
And the way that your smile lights up the place,
The way that you play hard to get and the way that
You make me feel so foolish.
You must know, over you I will drool, yes.
I don’t like to waste time,
Or put my heart on the line,
But for you, all I think is “It’s worth it.”

Just indulge me and let me kiss you.
Even goddesses cannot reach you.
So what, my head is over my heels;
So what if my heart’s on my sleeve?
Maybe I’m just too stupid.
A goddess like you? Hard to come by;
Reigning supreme; smile lighting the sky;
I think I may be too stupid.

Really, you make my heart flutter.
Understandably, I am a mess.
So what if I sing well or write good poetry?
So what if I’m just not the best?
Even though I am fat and obnoxious, your
Laugh still gives me such hope. Your
Laugh – so intoxicating.

Playing with fire is not so bad,
So long as it warms your heart.

She was an enigma.
Hard to understand, mysterious and frightening,
Every time I tried to just tell her how I felt, my courage was


Washed away, never to return again until I once
Again worked up the courage to even
Say hello.


The short time we shared lefts its mark on me, and I
Hope you don’t forget me, although it’s fairly
Easy to, apparently.


Oh, heartbreak isn’t so bad once you’ve become
Numb to its feeling. The same way people who frequent the
ER don’t mind the needles and tests after a while.


That kiss. Those kisses.
How could an insignificant action, an action that has no
Actual value anymore, no honor, how could it be


That those kisses made me feel more alive than ever before.
Gone. Gone now.
Oh well.


Times like these are made for moving on.
And I’m okay with that. It’s what I’m used to.


When is it going to change?
All of the time inside of my mind I am
Yelling and screaming right past this smile.

With a mouth made of brimstone and a
Beard made of amber – I used to think you were crass.
So many crude jokes made in class,
You with unabashed sass,
(I don’t know what went through your mind when you thought,
“Hey, maybe I’ll slap his ***?”)
I certainly thought you were crass.

However, despite all these initial impressions,
You’ve grown on me quite a bit.
Funny how such awkward beginnings can
Truly blossom, isn’t it?
You can always come to this man for a joke,
Or even a shoulder to cry on.
(No matter is he’s missing *******)
He’ll still hold your hand if you need one.

A purveyor of emotions, incredibly wise,
He knows what is best about you.
Never afraid to come out and say it –
Like it or not, it is true.

When we both got drunk and explained to each other
What happened – why, we were hermanos.
The story about me and the rope;
You, and the night in Colorado.
Two crass individuals sharing their hauntings,
I never saw it coming, it’s true.
However, I am glad to have learned it,
It’s indeed what sold me on you.

Without any effort, you walked into the room
And said, “This is my world now.”
Hurdles are pebbles to you;
Stresses fit in a thimble to you;
Obstacles – nothing to you;
It’s an honour to simply know you.

The way that you smile turns my heart into gold
And my face the brightest red.
Voice like smooth honey, lips soft as satin;
How do you make it look so effortless?
Your nervousness is unwarranted, you're great and you know it;
You needn’t worry yourself.
Your intelligence and beauty and strive pile up
Like the books on all of our shelves.

It seems like I waste all my time and strength,
Just to simply break through.
But you, you – in all of your lovely ways,
It seems so easy for you.
Your eyes simply drown me, even when you
Aren’t around me – what isn’t just easy for you?
You make us all proud,
And we shout it out loud,
“I KNOW her! – does she know YOU?”

Glasses or no, you’re beautiful, though
You make it so easy – you do.
You give us all hope, make us loosen the rope,
And become as well-rounded as you.
Expectations you set, we will reach them yet,
But we can’t make it easy like you.
Smart, gorgeous, electric, and sweet –
Pioneer; trailblazer; that’s you.

From across the room, you’re reserved.
Hair falling in front of your face.
With me, not well-acquainted.
Not very much to say.
But I can hear that bright, beautiful mind
Ticking away.

The way you cover half your hands with your sleeves
And you glide your hair out of your face;
The way that your smile, a beacon to me,
Seems to effortlessly light the way.
But the way that you smile and cover your teeth
Makes me want to compliment you.
I’d do all that I can to put my arm around you;
To brush that shoulder tattoo.
Right from the start, I could see you were art;
You deserve your spot in the Louvre.
Your face and your mind, all of you - simply art,
Right down to the shoulder tattoo.

Beauty, inherently innocent.
Beauty, you have it in spades.
Beauty, it comes from within you.
My adoration cannot fade.
Your voice, however soft it may be,
Sails smooth through my heart of butter;
When it comes to you, Ms. Shoulder Tattoo,
There rarely is any other.

You don't have to convince me you're perfect.
Oh, please - I already know that.
Unique? An understatement, you
Are a diamond in a field of weeds.
Roses are red, violets are blue, but you make me feel
Every color.

Beauty, thy name is you.
Everyone knows it but you.
A simple smile and infectious laugh is all it takes to
Unveil your true inner beauty.
Though, you may just think I have cooties.
I know that you may think I'm silly or dumb, but
**** it - maybe it's part of my "charm."
Underneath this sarcastic wall, you'll find my heart in a
Locker.

Banter – it’s the best part of our conversations.
Even the insults and digs and salt. You’re
A fountain of charm; your beauty effortlessly
Ubiquitous.
Take it from me, there aren’t many people like
You.

Talking to you is like cracking a safe, I don’t know
How to do it. I’d spend years and
Years before I worked up the skill and charm to crack you.

******. That what you are;
A hot ball of fire, divine and intriguing,
My hands very well could get burned, but
Everything would be worth it if I got to hold you.

Is what I’m saying silly?
Sure, but that’s why you like it.

Jazz. That’s what you are;
Eclectic and musical, soft and
Seductive; sweet-sounding and beautiful,
So effortlessly easy to listen to.

Normally, the world keeps its course
And stays on the straight and narrow and
Lines up with the arrow of its trajectory.
Normally, I am a bit more put-together.
Normally, the sun rises from the east,
Sets in the west,
And the leaves fall from the branches in the Fall.
Normally, I am a bit more put-together.

Take your head off your shoulders and
Put it in a hamster ball,
Then place it in the tumble dryer,
Then put the dryer in
Orbit.
That is how I feel every time
I see that smile or that hair, so fine;
Voice like wine that I drink under moonlight;
When I hear that laugh or look at those eyes.
No matter if I am the subject of their gaze or not,
They gleam in the light, as they are jewels.

Surely, you all must know how this feels.
A nightmare – or a dream – it could be.
Vexing are the thoughts that run through my head.
All I know is that my thoughts are like a dryer in orbit.
Normally, they are not so wound up.
Normally, I am more put together.
All I know is I love those eyes and those lips and that
Hair that lays on that skin, so fair.

“Let us go then you and I,
Where the evening is stretched out against the sky”,
And dance the night away until the sun
Catches your eyes again.
You are extraordinary, I know it,
And all I wish to do is just to
Take walks down our sidewalks and
Stargaze under every constellation.

It matters not what constellation we choose,
Because you are the brightest star I can see.

Surely, I must be mistaken.
A person like this is quite honestly
Very hard to find.
All I know is that my head is so dizzy.
Normally, I am much more aligned with the world.
Normally, I am more put-together.
A little cliché, but I love it when that
Hair caresses that skin, so fair.

Normally, my brain works correctly.
Normally, I am well-spoken.
Normally, my thoughts are not spinning and spinning,
Stuck in a dryer in orbit.

The stars are spinning too quickly
For me to keep up with and my thoughts
Are doing the same.

Stuck in a dryer in orbit.