I love the smile on your face whenever you wake up in the morning with me.

I love the way you occupy three forths of the bed when you sleep with me and I am in your arms.

I love when we shower together I'll scrub your back and you'll scrub mine.

I love how the sound of your voice when you sing your favorate songs to me.

I love when we watch movies that I like and you'll sleep the entrie time.

What I love the most is when you cook for us and we eat together.

The best poet
Is in the back
Of the
R
O
O
M.
He's writing rhyme's
On popular poet's dime's.
Shouldn't the lost poet shine.
So much trending
That shouldn't be
The poet who's mouth shut
No, not talking about me.
The poet who's introverted
Missing.
Come here poet
Receive my blessing.

You're riding in a car
with a strange boy.
His hands are on the wheel
while yours are shaking.

You're driving through time
with your heart right next to you.
His eyes are the bluest blue
and they mirror your thoughts.

You're sleeping with eyes wide-open;
your dreams become reality.
His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder
what could possibly come from this.

I was driving in a car with a strange boy;
with my heart by my side;
in a sleepless dream;
wondering what could be,
but it was clear
that you were not made for me.