a3m

So
what am I supposed to say now?
Should I sit here and tell you how...
I just don't know what to do about you?

Your beautiful dimples
that appear for that beautiful moment
when you smile
and stick around for a while when you laugh

your array of ways to look at me
to say something
without speaking
your manner of bringing to me
accusations of small offenses
to make me laugh

You're beautiful
and there's no way in the world
that I'm the only one who knows
the way your smile spreads to your eyes
it shows just how anyone who denies
that I'm right to say how I see you in this way

well they're stupid.

I don't want to dream
of the idea that was you
I want that picture in my head
to be made of something true

So tell me who you are
and I'll sit here and upend this jar of dreams

Days and weeks lost in time
a daydream
seems to say that I miss you

So sleep deep
sleep well
Dream dreams fair maiden
and fare well

For some day I'll see you again and say

something

it doesn't really matter I what I do
As long as when I speak
I'm looking at you