you lit up that dim, dreary corner of my favorite bar so well.
breathed new life into the beaten oak that showed key shaped serrated scars.
i beckoned for more drinks and you sat still.
i raved about the symmetries we shared in our interests.
a quiet smirk appeared on your rose colored lips.
i'm a quiet admirer.
a subtle suitor.
a ****** man wishing to **** the rest of my life away for a drink more near you.
i want more small conversations with you.
small words only we share.
in a shrunken room full of drunken slurred drink orders and half meant compliments.
i want you to see me, more than anything I have ever wanted before.
i'll give every poem I've ever written, if I could just remain here a bit longer with you.