Poetry Collection

Payne

I literally just finished writing this, so if there are any glaring errors, please do let me know!
Hope you enjoy it.
xoxo

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Gorgeous, blond hair, blue eyes; I've never understood the hype -
Maybe I'm so far from perfect myself that it's never been my type.
One look at you, though, and baby, I knew...
My days of imperfection were numbered but few.

You caught me, baby - hook, line, and sinker...
Who knew you'd turn me into such a wishful thinker?
Reel me in, I'd love to see just where this thing goes...
Bet something winds up on the floor - either my heart, or our clothes.

I bet loving you would be the sweetest kind of pain...
And, baby, when I look at you, I sure do like the view;
But every time you talk, boy, I get drunk on you...
I think your mama should've named you champagne.

You're under my skin, coursing through my veins...
I didn't know your attention would break my self-imposed chains.
Truth be told, I haven't felt this way in much too long --
And if I called you up, baby, would you sing me a song?

I don't know what to think, and I don't know what to say -
Just tell me, baby, if you could ever feel the same way;
I didn't see you coming, and you hit me like a freight car,
Stole my heart the moment you mentioned your guitar.

And you caught me, baby - hook, line, and sinker...
I didn't know you'd turn me into such a wishful thinker;
So reel me in, because I'd love to see where this thing goes...
Bet something winds up on the floor - either my heart, or our clothes.

Boy, I've never wanted anyone like this before,
And I don't think I'll ever want anyone more -
I was at my lowest until I met you, and that's no word of a lie.
Baby, you're like a drug - being around you makes me high.

Something tells me that loving you would be the sweetest kind of pain,
And boy, your mama really should have named you champagne...
Because I've never been this drunk on happiness or on lust -
I've never wanted somebody so badly I might spontaneously combust.

So you don't have to take me by the heart,
But I wish that you would take me by the hand --
We both know that I want you; boy, you're a work of art...
So take me to bed and show me the promise land.