The steel folding chair, is nice and Chill against the Back of my calves. I see her, Over there, doing All that she loves. Twirling her pencils, Pressing her keys, Chiming her voice and gliding her feet, Lost in the music and Syllables she floats so gracefully in, Not drowning but so Lovely surrounded and submersed. The pink butterflies Land and take off of her like she's nothing But flower petals arranged Perfectly together. They whisper her words, Ideas, heart strings, all That they bring from and back to her.
On the lightest tip- Toes, she sneaks over and tells me to come Join her. She playfully Begs and pleads and tugs with all her might. Sometimes I'm there With her, but sometimes, I just like to Be in my chair. Because What I first came here to do, was to sit and Smile at all that she does.
My lovely girlfriend just loves To try and get me to write more stuff and, Well, that's what I decided to write about!