the while in her eyes,
is the smile in my heart,
and i feel hers next to mine,
even miles apart,
so it ain't easy, no--
believe me, when I say that it ain't
because I can't change: she's red,
Evened in paint,
Smooth edges
corners sweep like a broom and pan,
she's hot. but stays cool.
like a room and fan,
I'm doomed to can and cannots,
So in my spot,
so I love the IF/ANDS she drops,
in my plots,
no more certainty and straight lines--
I take mine,
I give her what's hers,
and then I even gave mine...
because she's that possibility,
In a miles long shot,
that my heart follows her
and may never ever stop... |
Submission Name: Last Night's Rant
