To Prove some worth
i dont like poetry, so ignore this, i wrote this for something else but it wouldnt fit
Instantenously i right these words for your
judges to evaluate, in a inadverdent
attempt to relay an image that i see
eternally through my thoughts.
Formally chestnut hair, with drips of honey
sliding through cracks has been drained to
a superficial blonde that even she detests.
Facial features are small but full. A smile
that has never donned braces, although not
straight, but radiates all the same, and
can incinerate the weak at heart.
Her eyes cast some sort of spell, for every
morning, at least 3 months long i vowed to
memorize their color, yet each afternoon on
the car ride home i realize i am lost again.
Should I describe her curves? or would that
be to hush-hush for those who think a
womans body brings sin. Let me tell you
though, each not quite a date i spend with
her, stopping traffic brings a literal
meaning to my vocabulary of idioms.
Her voice is altoghether remarkable, but
her telephone hello tops any list in "High
Fidelity". The sleepless night i spent
just before, reciting poetic words that i
know ill never speak, is obliterated. Each
sylablle is lost, and the butterflies that
you would think are gone, but from the
instant her strangly delayed first tele
ring sounds, to the slight tick motioned by
her lifting the reciever, those insects
prevail...and are silenced as soon as her
theraputic air reaches my ears.
I must stop or i fear you will fall as
desperatly in love with her as i have been
the moment she sauntered into my 10th grade
math class, with a rising eastern sun
sitting perfectly through the second story
window.
Instantenously i right these words for your
judges to evaluate, in a inadverdent
attempt to relay an image that i see
eternally through my thoughts.
Formally chestnut hair, with drips of honey
sliding through cracks has been drained to
a superficial blonde that even she detests.
Facial features are small but full. A smile
that has never donned braces, although not
straight, but radiates all the same, and
can incinerate the weak at heart.
Her eyes cast some sort of spell, for every
morning, at least 3 months long i vowed to
memorize their color, yet each afternoon on
the car ride home i realize i am lost again.
Should I describe her curves? or would that
be to hush-hush for those who think a
womans body brings sin. Let me tell you
though, each not quite a date i spend with
her, stopping traffic brings a literal
meaning to my vocabulary of idioms.
Her voice is altoghether remarkable, but
her telephone hello tops any list in "High
Fidelity". The sleepless night i spent
just before, reciting poetic words that i
know ill never speak, is obliterated. Each
sylablle is lost, and the butterflies that
you would think are gone, but from the
instant her strangly delayed first tele
ring sounds, to the slight tick motioned by
her lifting the reciever, those insects
prevail...and are silenced as soon as her
theraputic air reaches my ears.
I must stop or i fear you will fall as
desperatly in love with her as i have been
the moment she sauntered into my 10th grade
math class, with a rising eastern sun
sitting perfectly through the second story
window.