May 2013
Impossible;
tried a hundred twenty times
and still cannot find a rhyme
to write about you
and everything you do
Unrealistic;
wrote about trees and wrote books
and still cannot write the way you look
from the way you carelessly smile
to your suspiciously gleaming eyes
Hopeless;
effortlessly described the smell of rain
and listed every one of life's pains
yet cannot rationalize all the good in you
along with the bad that still shine through
yet everytime i write about you
the ink in my hands stay still and blue
and my thoughts cannot go through
You're beyond the bounds of possibility
that i cannot fathom into reality
-djs
tried a hundred twenty times
and still cannot find a rhyme
to write about you
and everything you do
Unrealistic;
wrote about trees and wrote books
and still cannot write the way you look
from the way you carelessly smile
to your suspiciously gleaming eyes
Hopeless;
effortlessly described the smell of rain
and listed every one of life's pains
yet cannot rationalize all the good in you
along with the bad that still shine through
yet everytime i write about you
the ink in my hands stay still and blue
and my thoughts cannot go through
You're beyond the bounds of possibility
that i cannot fathom into reality
-djs
