Friday, March 28, 2008

What would you say?

What would you say...
if I said that you're always on my mind?
From the solitary moments
to the middle of the daily grind?

What would you say...
if I told you that I only wanted you?
That no matter the distance
no other girl will do?

What would you say...
if I mentioned that throughout the day I missed you?
That I think about
Making your knees weak if I kissed you?

What would say...
if I always let you know how I felt?
That I would hope that my words
would always make your heart melt?

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Wishful Thinking

What's a wish?
Isn't it just another way
Of saying
"This is how it'd be
if I had things my way"?

Well, if I had it my way
I'd make it so that
We would share
Moment after
Moment each and
Every single day

I'd make it so the stars
Would shine bright
Every night
As we'd stroll,
Hold hands and then
Later lose control

I'd make it so your phone
Vibrates with a text
Saying "I'm thinking
Of u, looking 4ward 2
2nite" and not just meaning
Looking forward to sex

I'd make it so that tulips
Would always be in bloom
Even in the wintertime
And that you'd have a
Fresh vase from me
Everyday right outside your room

This is all wishful thinking
That much is true
But I do it anyways
Because it means
That I would get
To think about you

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Thinking Of You

I think...
of making you smile big as we take a walk
A slight breeze is blowing as we laugh and talk
We take a pause and I tell you, "You look beautiful today
but then again, you're beautiful to me everyday."

I think...
of how you'd react, and whether you'd blush
And if when we finally kissed we'd both feel a rush
That your lips would feel soft and taste divine
As we'd dive deeper into each other and interwine

I think...
of your eyes, beautiful as fields of flowers
that bloom with the light soft touch of spring showers
Or soft as your skin as my fingers explore
Every inch and leave them still wanting for more

I think...
of what we'd be if there were different circumstances
of sharing things as simple as grins and passing glances
Or hugs, or slow dances under a moonlit sky
Nevertheless, I think of you still as each day passes by