She tells me that
she's weird,
and
that she doesn't know how
someone like me
would even talk to
someone like her.
Honestly, if she is weird,
then I have been living
a very bland life,
and I'd rather
join in on insanity with her.

She's got eyes like the
Earth itself,
and long brown hair
like the Weeping Willow
in October. I want
to see her morph into the
disastrous hurricane that
she claims to be;
I want to transform her
into the pearl
that she really is.

I want to observe her
and find out what
makes her tick,
and what
makes her smile.
(She's got the most beautiful smile.)
I want to travel to
New York City
and dance with her in the rain
until she is smiling to
the sky again.
And in the city of bright lights,
her eyes were the brightest.