Your happy poem

"your happy poem"

I was looking for something to pass the time, some people that would listen to me not rhyme
I expected maybe someone to like it, a cup of coffee and hopefully a few new friends
Then in you walked and sang some Jeff Buckley, said it was out of key and kind of sloppy but all I heard was beauty
Was another week before I saw you again, can't recall the first song, but the second blew me away
You sang those words so sincere with a gentle plucking of strings behind them
I stuck around and we started talking, I couldn't believe how much you had to say
We sat around on that deck exchanging stories and poems
I recited mine and you sang yours
As it reached midnight, I didn't want to go but you and the others had engagements
We said our goodbyes and parted ways, but you stuck in my mind a little longer into the night
Next chance I got, I was driving back out to see you again, and there you were singing another sad love song
But it wasn't long before we sat outside again and you were laughing and smoking
Those are the times I really enjoy, when I get to see the side of you that still feels alive
You picked up a guitar and sang a few more songs in between you cigarettes
While your voice certainly carries itself on its own, it was your face that finally did me in
The way you close your eyes when holding out a note and give a slight smile at the end of a line
The blushing that occurs when you find a lyric embarrassing to sing, the laugh that harmonizes with the sexual undertones
It was too much to take, even for the man with the coldest of hearts
Soon again, it was time to go and I didn't want to leave
Well that was on a Monday and for three days all I could think about was the upcoming Thursday when I knew I would see you again
Wednesday hit and I didn't know what to think, so I wrote down a confession of my downfalls and a confession of a new rhythm you made my heart beat to
My stomach turned as I got up from my seat next to you to read it aloud
To write it down was one thing, but for it to resonate through the air with you so close created doubts in my head all again
Would you figure out I as talking solely to you and no one else in the crowded café?
And if you did would you take it as a compliment or find yourself revolted
If you suspected a thing, you didn't make it known, just invited me and some friends down to the river
We sat for a few hours staring into the city lights reflected off of the moving water
Even though we knew it was dirty and disgusting, sitting next to you swinging your feet off the ledge made it beautiful
When the others retired I begged for another hour, another minute, another anything I could get with you
Over pancakes I barely touched, dozens of cups of coffee and a pack of smokes I got to know you
Your story is a sad one, but it is a moving one, one that brings to life the concept of beauty coming from darkness
We discussed the past and our own human nature; we conversed about religion, movies, music, the soul, science, and old lovers of yours
When you told me a story of you being sick, all I could think is that I would of loved to be there taking care of you
When you told me of self confidence issues, all I could think is you must not have seen a mirror your whole life
Restaurants get restless in the late night, so again we changed locations
This time it was your back yard, sitting in a swing next to the garden you had just begun to grow
I smiled when you showed me your favorite flower, I smiled when you sang me Disney tunes, and I know you couldn't see it, but my biggest smile was when you laid your head on my shoulder and sighed "I could fall asleep here"
I wanted nothing more then to reach down, put my arm around you, lift your head and give you a kiss
Then we could just sit in silence for the next twenty minutes and watch the sun rise
Oh, how symbolic it would have been
But you realized It was 5:30 and sent me on my way before I had the chance to do something to impress you
"a movie tomorrow?" I asked hopefully, and I was amazed when you texted me to meet early to grab a coffee before the show
You got a cup and then we just sat in your car wile you played me some music
I loved the song, but I loved glimpsing over at you mouthing the words even more
The movie wasn't great, but the river after words had its own special charm
You got your blanket out, took It by your own tree and we laid watching the city lights reflecting on the clouds
Wile our feet played in the grass, toes pulling up dirt and sticks, we owned up to the growing feelings between us
But the raindrops started getting heavier and we had to get back in your car where you drove me back to mine
Before we parted we decided on one last smoke, with my arm around you and your head on my shoulder
I was sad you had to go, but I understood and was happy I could kiss you goodbye
I really wish though, that I had heard you and stuck around for a bite to eat when you got done
I really would of loved to see you some more that night, but I just got home when you called
I can't say that I didn't enjoy the phone call, It was one of the best I can recall
We read each other some poems and you impressed me some more
Asked me to read a happy one and I didn't really have one
So I thought about it this Saturday night, when I was holding your hand and enjoying the spirit songs
You know, these past few days have been really great and I don't want that to end anytime soon
So here is your happy poem, its about the way you make me feel
I don't think it can, but I hope it conveys all those things I get tied up and can't speak when I am around you
Maybe after this, I won't feel so nervous every time I lean in to give you a kiss
I will just feel right when I look into your eyes
I've never really enjoyed the color before, but I think that green is by far the prettiest these blue have ever seen
I could stare into them all night wile listening to you sing
You said you had five million four hundred and twenty two songs, well I am ready to hear them all
And I don't know if you noticed tonight, how our ashtray is filled with buts that all have the same blue camel
But I bought your brand for a change, partly because I wanted you to still enjoy the night incase you ran out
But mostly because even though every drag burns and hurts my throat, It still taste like your lips
Its not totally satisfying, but I like that even though you're an hour away I can taste your kiss
Next time I get that taste in my mouth, I don't want to feel a burn against the back of my throat
No, I want to feel your body pressed against me, my arms holding you tight, and your soft lips
Lets make the next one, slow, long, and passionate