trying to explain you, how you make me feel.
it's like trying to describe the entire universe in detail.
you have legitimate galaxies in those eyes.
i spent weeks trying to figure out what color they are.
i'm still not sure.
all i know is how they sparkle with the brilliance of the sun,
when you smile, when you do the things you love to do.
you smile far too often for an adolescent male,
not that i'm complaining.
what a wonderful mystery;
you sing clear and loud when others bite their tongue,
and even find joy in it.
it's kind of hard not to fall for you.
love at first sight was never real,
but it only took four months.
i swear i will try again and again,
to describe how you make me feel.
not because i can (because i know i cannot)
but because i must.
you, you're a breath of fresh air, did you know that?
but i can't hold my breath forever.
i must let you out, every word, every detail.
every letter.
what is it with you and music?
every song makes me think of you,
and yet when i'm with you, all i hear is music.
am i going mad?
if i am, i blame it on you.
your sweatshirts which make you instantly more attractive,
your little obsessions,
the things that make you smile
(oh goodness how can i not love something that makes you smile)
well, ***** it.
i could go on and on,
but no one wants to hear this piece of garbage i call poetry.
please don't ever read this.
