Insperation
I saw you sitting there, intently, holding on to every rhythmic vibration of the vocal cords.
The type of sound that puts warmth in the heart and makes you feel not alone in a world full of empty.
Looking up like a new born soaking in every rhyme and every metaphor as if it was speaking to only you.
Every golden verb, noun, and metaphor dancing around in your head like uncaged animals ravaging your imagination.
Even during the comedic echoes and the roaring laughter, you didn't flinch; you were ready for the next stroke of the painter’s hand.
On the edge of your seat you patiently waited, as if nothing else mattered.
Your gorgeous eyes, you angelic face, sent a shockwave of awe through my body.
It was inspiring to see you are more then just a pretty face, you were beyond this realm and you were in tuned to the words of another.
I only wish I had seen this from others in my life.
I don't know you, but I felt like maybe we had met in another time.
Like the fabrics of this universe guided my eyes back to you so that we could once again meet.
Though as my luck dictates, my eyes will never gaze upon your curious expression, and you will never hear this verbal regurgitation of my inner being.
That’s life, and that’s how it goes, round and round we spin, where we'll stop? I wish I knew.
Do you?
The type of sound that puts warmth in the heart and makes you feel not alone in a world full of empty.
Looking up like a new born soaking in every rhyme and every metaphor as if it was speaking to only you.
Every golden verb, noun, and metaphor dancing around in your head like uncaged animals ravaging your imagination.
Even during the comedic echoes and the roaring laughter, you didn't flinch; you were ready for the next stroke of the painter’s hand.
On the edge of your seat you patiently waited, as if nothing else mattered.
Your gorgeous eyes, you angelic face, sent a shockwave of awe through my body.
It was inspiring to see you are more then just a pretty face, you were beyond this realm and you were in tuned to the words of another.
I only wish I had seen this from others in my life.
I don't know you, but I felt like maybe we had met in another time.
Like the fabrics of this universe guided my eyes back to you so that we could once again meet.
Though as my luck dictates, my eyes will never gaze upon your curious expression, and you will never hear this verbal regurgitation of my inner being.
That’s life, and that’s how it goes, round and round we spin, where we'll stop? I wish I knew.
Do you?