there is something about your voice that seems familiar
i am not quite certain if its your tone or pattern.
it feels like whole milk brewed in my coffee,
pouring down my throat
warming my lungs from the cooler than yesterday weather.
i'm not sure how i feel about the hair gel
you look a bit like a backstreet boy on crack
but who knows, maybe i am secretly into that.
the shape of your mouth reminds me of that may whisper
the fact that february seemed so far away
and now it lingers over me like a much needed rainstorm that could possibly flood.
i think you will do until fate comes through and takes me to a tea party
you play the banjo? points up points up.