Let me explain, she's the remedy to my addictions
She's the rain when my halted and dry existence thirsts for growth
She's the one that believes I should do what I love most
She's the final, my universe, the one that constitutes being "close"
She's my undivided attention when chaos surrounds me
She's the rhythm my blood pumps to, and with her voice comes my rechargeable battery
She's the air to my lungs, the kick to my snare
She's the lifestyle I live when it seems I don't really have a care
She's the world in a woman, the life in her stomach
She's the reason why I would stop getting blunted
She's the reason why I quit playing offense, and disregard defense
She's the only one able to keep every one of my secrets
She's the ability to convey everything she is, and for me to speak it
She's the inspiration I write to when everyone else forgets that I'm breathing
She's the readiness in my words when my tongue gets sharp
She's the only one capable of holding my evasive little heart
She's the scars I bear when noone ever really cares
She's the nerd that knows why I always pick up the "2 Player"
She's the dork that I sleep next to, and stay up with all night
She's the one watching reruns with me over the phone, and she's the one whom can make me cry
She's the one that says seven letters, and everything is alright
She's the better half of this horrible guy that's tried to change all the bad in his life
She's the horrible cook, but she knows it'll be ok
She's the one I'd cook for everyday
She's the smoke I pour into my lungs, then exhale steady
She's the love in which I know I'm ready
She's the alcohol that I fall asleep with
She's the funniest person in my eyes when it comes to whom I most frequent
She's the craziest woman, makes stories up on the spot
She's the one I'd do the exact same thing for, except in two or three shots
She's the beautiful body, and glamorous face
She's the intellect, humor, common sense, maturity, and honesty all in one phase
She's the better of me, and she betters me still
She's the long drive home when I can't tell if anything is real
She's the long talk on the phone when I'm missing a factor
She's the "short" woman STILL in my bed even in the morning after
She's the lips that press against me
She's the light head on my chest when she wants to hear her man's heartbeat
She's the reason I have carpal tunnel syndrome when her phone doesn't work
She's the reason that happens when she can only communicate through computer
She's the reason I wouldn't care if I caught it
She's the logic behind that, her presence is worth more than any of my physical hurt
She's the easy going Sunday, she's the sermon at church
She's the reason I'd change my favorite team to just watch basketball with her
She's the reason I wouldn't buy two TVs, or picture in picture
She's the one I'd just want to lay with on the couch to hold, talk, and go figure
She's the 180 degree turn when my day has gone bad
She's the smile on my face when everything else in my life seems to lack
She's the readiness in my voice when I pack up to visit her fam'
She's the haste I sense when I feel the need to talk to my dad and tell him what I found
She's the diamond in the rough, she's the reason my father is proud
She's the life he thought I'd never have
She's the reward of continual tries, and continual lies I was put through
She's the love of my life, it's crucial
She's the one knowledgeable of my 'Star Tropics' mastery
She's the one that knows what that means
She's the one that does the laundry every 5 weeks
She's the "accidentally put a red shirt in my white load and made every last item except that shirt pink"
She's the final one that'll meet the parents
She's the meet my friends type, and still see that there is no change apparent
She's the ring on the left hand, and eventual spouse
She's the person I hear every other man on this earth talking about
She's the most elusive woman on this planet
She's my universe though, so how can THAT manage?
She's the love I've never had, and probably never will
She's the one that always escapes, the one I always seem to chase
She's the only one I wouldn't erase
She's all mine, and I hope she knows there isn't anybody taking her place
She's the rain when my halted and dry existence thirsts for growth
She's the one that believes I should do what I love most
She's the final, my universe, the one that constitutes being "close"
She's my undivided attention when chaos surrounds me
She's the rhythm my blood pumps to, and with her voice comes my rechargeable battery
She's the air to my lungs, the kick to my snare
She's the lifestyle I live when it seems I don't really have a care
She's the world in a woman, the life in her stomach
She's the reason why I would stop getting blunted
She's the reason why I quit playing offense, and disregard defense
She's the only one able to keep every one of my secrets
She's the ability to convey everything she is, and for me to speak it
She's the inspiration I write to when everyone else forgets that I'm breathing
She's the readiness in my words when my tongue gets sharp
She's the only one capable of holding my evasive little heart
She's the scars I bear when noone ever really cares
She's the nerd that knows why I always pick up the "2 Player"
She's the dork that I sleep next to, and stay up with all night
She's the one watching reruns with me over the phone, and she's the one whom can make me cry
She's the one that says seven letters, and everything is alright
She's the better half of this horrible guy that's tried to change all the bad in his life
She's the horrible cook, but she knows it'll be ok
She's the one I'd cook for everyday
She's the smoke I pour into my lungs, then exhale steady
She's the love in which I know I'm ready
She's the alcohol that I fall asleep with
She's the funniest person in my eyes when it comes to whom I most frequent
She's the craziest woman, makes stories up on the spot
She's the one I'd do the exact same thing for, except in two or three shots
She's the beautiful body, and glamorous face
She's the intellect, humor, common sense, maturity, and honesty all in one phase
She's the better of me, and she betters me still
She's the long drive home when I can't tell if anything is real
She's the long talk on the phone when I'm missing a factor
She's the "short" woman STILL in my bed even in the morning after
She's the lips that press against me
She's the light head on my chest when she wants to hear her man's heartbeat
She's the reason I have carpal tunnel syndrome when her phone doesn't work
She's the reason that happens when she can only communicate through computer
She's the reason I wouldn't care if I caught it
She's the logic behind that, her presence is worth more than any of my physical hurt
She's the easy going Sunday, she's the sermon at church
She's the reason I'd change my favorite team to just watch basketball with her
She's the reason I wouldn't buy two TVs, or picture in picture
She's the one I'd just want to lay with on the couch to hold, talk, and go figure
She's the 180 degree turn when my day has gone bad
She's the smile on my face when everything else in my life seems to lack
She's the readiness in my voice when I pack up to visit her fam'
She's the haste I sense when I feel the need to talk to my dad and tell him what I found
She's the diamond in the rough, she's the reason my father is proud
She's the life he thought I'd never have
She's the reward of continual tries, and continual lies I was put through
She's the love of my life, it's crucial
She's the one knowledgeable of my 'Star Tropics' mastery
She's the one that knows what that means
She's the one that does the laundry every 5 weeks
She's the "accidentally put a red shirt in my white load and made every last item except that shirt pink"
She's the final one that'll meet the parents
She's the meet my friends type, and still see that there is no change apparent
She's the ring on the left hand, and eventual spouse
She's the person I hear every other man on this earth talking about
She's the most elusive woman on this planet
She's my universe though, so how can THAT manage?
She's the love I've never had, and probably never will
She's the one that always escapes, the one I always seem to chase
She's the only one I wouldn't erase
She's all mine, and I hope she knows there isn't anybody taking her place
2 comments:
Originally written - 6/8/07.
Noah...
speechless
I think that's all I CAN say...
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