174. For fun...

I saw your eyes behind your shades
and I know you take what you know and the rest you evade,
but maybe...you should know me.
I'm just sayin'..
maybe..you should try me.
I've been known to be the moment.
And the very moment you chose to acknowledge the existence,
my alter ego of persistence kicked it into high gear
so steer clear because I race around hearts
and rarely falter when I begin at the start.
I'm not saying place me high up on your hill.
I'm merely saying I notice your glass seems a little empty and I've come with a refill.
Does that make sense?
How about I make cents of your dollar
because a dime like you could sure use a holler.
So let me calmly introduce myself like..
Hello, you. Call me what you see me.
Brown hair, 5'4, laced up, green eyes.
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve and I can be okay with compromise.
I notice you speak with your hands clasped together,
and I notice that shorts are your preference in any kind of weather-
so whether or not you notice the little aspects of my being...
I'm growing fond of looking at the same things you're seeing.
So maybe one dinner and ramblings of two somebodies can occur.
I'm tired of people just nodding with me and rapping to repetitions of "I concur".
I'm almost convinced you'd be a nice change;
a step in the right direction and I'm willing to rearrange
my mapquest to follow new road signs.
I'll set up my navigation and program the coordinates,
and the little assimilations of us together can be the ordinates.
I know this comes as a surprise and a half
seeing as how every time I'm with you all I can do is laugh.
See words don't come to my lips when I feel uneasy,
stuttering has become apparent and I sort of feel "lust queasy".
But I can't help my new feelings of someone finally making my stuffy world feel breezy.
I can work on regaining my voice if I spent time near you.
I know it's just because my butterflies had been lost for so long and they deserve play time too.
So I can't be selfish and put them away.
They've been waiting patiently to come back out for almost 100 days.
I know I sound ridiculous when I can't make any words come out.
I have everything ready inside I just need to find the exit spout.
Besides, beautiful you should take this as a compliment,
me having no words is something like a virgin...
if you didn't know already they call me the word surgeon.
You don't have to answer today, tomorrow, or anytime soon,
I'm putting this out there for you to consume.
I think you're something special and I think you think the same,
but I know I think I know I think we only have cupid to blame.






=] haha...