Sunset over the dashboard
A low hum from the stereo,
It's our favorite song
We both softly sing along

Trees swaying in the breeze
Your hand brushes against mine,
There's a second of shock
Then our fingers interlock

The warm sunlight graces our skin
I look over towards you
In verbal silence our eyes meet
Your eyes twinkle, this is our teenage retreat

My poetry is inconsistent, random
My mind is working in tandem
The moment you figure me out
I'll do something that fills you with doubt

I want to take you,
To my home,
And I don't mean my house.
I mean where my heart lies

I want to take you,
To the city
And grab your hand and run through the streets
Long after the day's light dies

I want to take you,
To the hills
And tangle my fingers in yours
As we lie against the grass listening to the night's silent cries

I want to take you,
Anywhere
Where you're by my side
Because the most beautiful sight is in your eyes

Every
         Passing
                      Moment
                                    Without
                                                 You
                                                       Makes
                                                  Me
                                Appreciate
                          You
                  More.
                 I
        Don't
Need
         You
                For
                      Me
                           To
                               Be
                                    Happy,
                                                But
                                                      With
                                                              You
                                                                    I
                                                             Can
                                                     Only
                                                Be
                                    Happy.

Seems like these days I can't rhyme
Either I haven't got the inspiration
Or I haven't got the time
I'm just left with this exasperation

Words are my canvas
The pictures are my emotions
The things I can't express on this campus
The things I feel from new relationships and failed devotions

I can paint you the face of the most beautiful girl
But only if she has captured my heart
That naïve restless thing with the standards of an earl
More illusive than the legendary white Hart

I can paint you a dark hopeless universe
But only if it has already consumed me
You will see every missing star, the bleakness in every verse
The world from which i struggle to be free

My color palette is my diction
My model, my life
Writing is my addiction
To deal with my love and strife.