Do you know about that one?
To me, that one is more than a double X.
A graceful girl, lovely lady.
To me, she's not just the opposite sex.

On the surface of the sun for example,
it's over 10000 degrees.
So that's probably why I start sweating
when she sits down right next to me.

That little ray of sun shine with legs
walks all over my mind like
Jessica Simpson in booty shorts and cowboy boots.
Every where I see your face my day is brightened
like you pierced the veil of overcast clouds
In the same way you pierced my heart when you first said

'Hey.'

I can still feel your breath tensing up my shoulders.
Your smile amps me up like the time I discovered cup holders,
and the sound of your laugh weighs me down like loose boulders.
Like a modern day atlas for my own little piece of sky.
Somebody call Chicken Little,
cause its looking like this goose is fried.
The sky is falling along with the thunder.
But that's okay,
because the wonderful way the rain sticks your hair to your face,
it looks you're at a James blunt concert
and everyone there's singing

'You're Beautiful.'

Have you ever noticed, how how the trees seem to breathe,
when they bend beneath the wind from a strong breeze?
Their leaves like firecrackers in the autumn sky,
and day or night
soft explosions cover the landscape
as far as the eye can see.

And within this forest, where every breath smells of the sea,
amidst the birds and the bees,
I see you.
Mother natures youngest daughter
bathed in freckles and dressed like
the most adorable hippy I have ever seen in my life.

You make me want to dance so badly
that the harpies of hell at the bottom
of my stone well of a chest would
bust out their broomsticks
and try to sweep away my feelings,
yelling for me to stop expressing myself.

Because you've kick started my heart
and it's bringing blood to my mind for the first time in years,
causing my thoughts to create warming words
with weight behind them.
Not just empty breaths that carry
the remnants of havarti and ham sandwiches.

This isn't how its supposed to be.
If anything is possible,
it shouldn't be this hard to seize the girl of your dreams.
And dream girls are dropping out of the sky,
like little porcelain angels
with hardened wings now too tired to fly.
And you've flown a marathon
trying to keep yourself afloat with the rest.
But if you fall flat on your chest spread eagle
I'll do my best to collect the pieces,
And with what's left of my sanity
I'll crazy glue them back together.

Everyone kept telling me this would happen.
That I should've taken a picture.
It lasts longer than porcelain angels can fly.
But in my mind there is no possibility you will ever die, see.
Because long before I'm gone,
and my childrens, childrens, childrens, grandchildrens bones
twist into dust,
to the vast WiFi of the universe,
I will upload a pic of us
and trust that
486 billion light years from right here..
A weird alien with 6 arms and
eyes where its mouth should be
will receive the mental picture I posted
prior to their existence.

And it'll think...

'Whoa.

Whoever chose to show this, sent this picture out of focus!'

But after a little more speculation, it'll think..

'Holy Moses, my brain is dynamite
and this picture is the fuse that blows it!
And even if the throes of death,
close to closing off my lungs
take my final breath today
I can honestly say,
I have never ever seen anything like her before in my life,
and never will again.'

And that is what I have in common with this six armed eyemouth.
The fact that,
at least once,
I have experienced beauty of another dimension.

Now..
What I'm really trying to say is...
I really appreciate who you are
and what you've done for my universe.
Although I feel sick bottling up these thoughts,
the only thing that helps
Is if I rhyme and write some words..
Like..

You're the Christopher Columbus
to my emotional South America.
You've discovered a new,
already existing land,
and brought it to the the attention of the public,
and painted it as something it never was,
but always will remain.
Forever as you spread news
to the masses beyond my not so virgin shores,
and it's driving me insane...
That you could never know
the truest extent of these aboriginal feelings.
Because the conquistadors of your friendship
pillage and plunder,
while hugs and bright smiles like
Dexter's scalpels cut me asunder.
And as for these affections we've left untranslated..
Well..
Darlin' you could slice 'em like a cake.
With just a smirk.

But I feel you will never fully understand why,
and neither will the rest of humanity.
Because 'Heart' is such a strong word,
and I'm tired of taking body parts
and turning them into needless verbs.
Because I have crushed hard
like spiked crush soda at a summer camp staff party.
And it doesn’t take Sherlock or a Hardy boy
to notice I'm sneaking glances.
Like illegal aliens across the border of judgement.
And this fiesta of one is tired
of grasping onto undercarriages
and being launched on raunchy mattress'.
I just want my sympathetic Green card.
But the social paperwork just
overwhelms me because of that guy you..
Call your man.

I am skeptical things will work the way I want them to...
And trying to write happy song
when you're alone seems a tiny tad moronic.
So I'll shout out my frustration 'til I'm speaking supersonic.
About how even if I could only see you for one more moment,
and never see you ever again,
I would sew my own eyes shut.
So that the rest of creation would remain potentially beautiful,
and out of the realm of not quite good enough in comparison.

I'm sorry if this uncomfortable, I really, truly am.
And if you never want to talk again I get it girl,
but damn if I didn't at least say something.
That part of me has died.
I'd rather feel awkward
and have to drag around my damaged pride.

So I hope school's great,
and if we never talk the same,
I know you'll be alright.
But, now that this was brought to light, I guess I'll finish with...

Goodnight.