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Robert Jackson Jan 2010
Something about you
is so new and exciting
Giving me feelings
I don't feel like fighting

I don't mean to be forward
or to come on too strong
but it seems to be mutual
will you say if I'm wrong?

So keep taking my hand
without hesitation
and keep being impulsive
without preparation

You'll never regret it
I give you my word
Tell me if I'm foolish
or sounding absurd

I stand here like atlas
the world on my shoulder
The people around me
have only grown colder

Your caring and warmth
took me by surprise
I saw what I wanted
deep in your blue eyes

I've never been lower
than when we first met
but the pain I was feelin'
you made me forget

You pushed her from my mind
with your gentle gaze
and left me to wonder
my head in a daze

Now you're far away
but still in my head
I can't help but wish
you were here in my bed

But enough of my hopes
and my wandering dreams
I still feel I'm tearing
apart at the seams

So stitch me up proper
with fine threads of trust
and pull them through sweetly
with a needle of lust

My mind is tattered
but my whits are keen
my intentions are *****
but my hands are clean

I'll massage your back
and rub your neck
There won't be a need
to keep me in check

I'll bring you flowers
and take you out to eat
Perhaps even new shoes
to get you off your feet

If I search for you
just what will I find?
Until I have found it
you'll be on my mind

With something to hope for
and nowhere to be
I'll sit here and wonder
if you're thinking of me

That may be unlikely
I may not have a clue
but whatever the case
I'll be thinking of you

So let me get to know you
I won't press romance
but I won't stop it either
Will you give me a chance?
Robert Jackson Dec 2009
I've had my share
of *** and drugs
but I'm not like
those other thugs

I'm a big fan
of rock n' roll
but I'd rather kiss you
than smoke a bowl

I spend lots of time
rockin' out
truely  I'd rather
be taking you out

you're such a good girl
I'm such a bad guy
how did such  a bad man
catch such a good eye?

you make me
such a happy guy
lifting me beyond
any other high

This "***-smokin-liberal"
has really lucked out
so excited and happy
so pleased he could shout
Robert Jackson Dec 2009
I took her out
we drove
we walked
we drove
we ate
we drove
she left
i sat
i sat and thought of how i had done
I sat and asked myself "did she have fun?"
I sat and worried and I drove
I drove and worried about the girl in the grove
I worried
I drove
I walked
I sat
I thought
The first I'd found to be like me
Peace and love, another hippie
Bob and The Beatles, Janis and The Doors
such wonderful tunes, what's not to adore?
I sat
I thought
I listened
I thought
I called
Called to ask if she had a good time
Called to find that I'd done fine
Or so she said but I'm not sure
I'll just be nervous, there's only one cure
I smoked
Robert Jackson Dec 2009
My night had been boring
my morning was bland
'til you laid that little
blue rubber in my hand

the people around us
filed through the door
I looked at you
as my jaw hit the floor

I picked myself up
and sat down at your side
hoping that maybe
we'd go for a ride

we sat and talked
just shootin the ****
discussing the next time
that you'd take a hit

I said I was starved
it's making me sick
with this *** deprivation
I need someone to lick

we sat there flirting
smiling, makin' eyes
I nearly suggested
we go spread your thighs

I often want
to have you for the night
take you somewhere quiet
and do what feels right

I know what to do
I'm staying on track
I've got what it takes
to make you arch your back

Don't call me a sinner
don't call me immoral
I know you're like me
care for some oral?

You're so very ****
I can't speak my mind
the things I would do to you
and your perfect behind

If you feel the same
please do let me know
for I'll be ready for lovin
You'll get quite a show

The crush that you had
is it gone for good?
maybe just let me
check under the hood?
Robert Jackson Dec 2009
There I was
Drunk on the move
talkin' it up
gettin into my groove

and along they came
four seasons in all
but who I met first
I can't seem to recall

summer was sweet
fall and winter were chill
but not until spring came
did I feel the thrill

we talked for awhile
she told me "wait here"
so that's where I sat
alone with my beer

it's all up to chance now
I can't do a thing
I could just be sitting here
waiting for spring

but shortly I saw her
come in through the door
stepping over a pirate
and "Micheal Phelps" on the floor

she sat with me there
I'd not waited in vain
I hope that this girl
lets me see her again

But a glassy eyed vampire
burst in wearing flip-flops
and said to the crowd
"better split, its the cops!"

and split we all did
had to make wing
now she's gone again
and I'm waiting for spring

days later on campus
I saw her once more
no costume or liquor
feet firm on the floor

we laughed for awhile
but she had to split
I asked all cool
and she gave me her digits

we kicked it again
now I wait for the ring
and once more I find myself
waiting for spring

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