The rain drips off of your hair
you stare at me
As your smile spreads across your face,
I stare into your eyes
That reflect my soul
Like the puddles on the ground
Reflecting like the raindrops
Running down your pale cheeks
The longer I stare at you,
The more I realize that this is a good as it gets.
You hold me closely
As we sway back and forth.
I wasn't certain about this
Because I never knew how to dance yet.
yet we dance to the rhythms of the raindrops dripping on ground
Holy cow we are slow dancing in the rain!
you grab on to my jacket tightly
And you said don’t let me go

Yet, my arms start slipping away from you
Like to drops of the rain
Leaking from the sky
I try to grab on but it seems like it is no use
I seem to slip and now
You are stuck in the shadows called my past
Now I laying in these four walls
Looking at the ceiling
Knowing I made Mistakes
And knowing that
You won't lend out your hand to me
For one more dance.
And it feels like my world is falling apart,
Like the paint on the walls

heh its funny
I can compare my ego
to this paint,
More you peel me apart,
The more you see who I really am
When you break down my wall of insecurity,
You see how I truly am, fake, rude, selfish
Whatever you call it,
It’s hideous because it drove the only person
That really mattered away.

This Clock laughs at me
When no one is around
“ Cant get sleep can ya?”
“ Its because your conscious is eating you up”
“It is all your fault”
“ tick tock, tick tock”

You haunt my mind
When the moon shines up in cloudy sky
As this ceiling looks like it is melting off,
Like the candle wax in an old cottage

You don't just haunt me at night
The ticks from the clocks in class
Reminds me of how many seconds
You are not with me
If time flies,
I want it to fly away
And to never come back,
So I can just stare at this ceiling.

I want to be a father, that is strange coming from a 19 year old college student.
No not just to get laid or get the girl.
I want to teach my son the world.

I want to teach him that Laughter is the best medicine
I want him to prescribe a large dosage to all of the people who are down in the dumps,

I want him to call all of the girls pretty
Because it doesn't matter how much war paint they paint on their face.
No matter how many guys told her she is ugly,
She is still that princess that is sitting on that ivory tower and
She needs that prince charming to sweep her off her feet.
And when he finds the love of his life I want him to say,
”come on down you are the only contestant in my price is right.”

I want to teach him that Chivalry isn't dead
I want to teach him that politeness isn’t dead like Elvis
dead like retro disco and that one guy from Clue
I want him to know that nice guys don’t finish last
I want him to open all of the doors and always say please and thank you because politeness is the bandage over our gaping emotional wounds left by the people who lost their insecurities in their own dusty attics.

I want to teach him that imagination is the best tool
No no wait it is the ONLY tool
I want him to know that Calvin and  Hobbes does exist
I want him to know that when he is not around,
His toys become alive and have a thriving hidden city underneath his bed.
I want him to fight the monsters in his closet while reciting Beowulf .
I want him to know that its okay to be scared
I want him to explore the dark caves in the basement and to defeat that evil dragon that rest there.
Many of you call it a furnace, but is a dragon alright?
I want to read him bedtime stories so we can fly off to our imagination fighting epic thunder storms trying to find that perfect catch.

I want to teach him the good stuff,not math or science
but ethics, politics, history, and literature
I want him to know that its okay to be fearful of the unknown
and that Ignorance is the poison to our minds

I want to make recite Hamlet or Twelfth Night, so when people are all talking trash he can say “don't make me go Shakespeare on your ***.” and for those people who stand in his way.
I must warn them that his bruises will fade and his cuts will  heal but he tells you next will never leave your heart and will haunt you for the rest of his life. So go ahead call him names, see what happens.

I want to teach him to be passionate
I want to teach him that if anyone comes up to him and tells him that he can't do what he wants. I want him to bite his thumb and say listen buddy just wait before you know it I'll be the one who will be writing  my name on the wall of glory.

Now I know I am far from perfect, and I know he will be too, but I want to teach him that this world can be perfect, if you open up your mind and heart.