I always hoped to have something
ideal, but you were my perfection
The mere thoughts of us drinking
beer and throwing cans at pigeons
Maybe a little too underwhelming
than feeding pigeons and watching them fly
I always figured I would write to
you while we watched the stars from a gondola
The silent waters soothing us, and
the music in our head intriguing us
You were my ideal perfection and I,
your hopeless in love subject
Love was complicated, but I was
willing to keep trying
Forever was a bit scary, but I was
ready to take on the world
Hope was a dash overrated, but I
was destined to pursue you
A goddess with the flight of an
angel, and the glow of an incandescent day
A goddess with the intrigue of
artistry, and intrigue beyond the stars
I wrote about you every day, and
yet watched you smile from a distant
I knew your usual walk, favorite
place, and maybe your favorite people
I prayed for you every night, and
gracefully sighed at dawn
Another day to adore you, another
day for you to intrigue me
You were my best-kept secret, and
you refreshed the thought of life
I should have walked up to you and
said I liked you
I should have given you my constant
writings about you
But you were within my grip as long
as I never made my move
Maybe you would be lost forever if
I said what I really felt
I wanted you to be my forever, even
if it was from a distance
Even when the rain pours, I still
see perfection in a world you exist
Yours sincerely, the lost soul
yearning to be your forever

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