Sometimes I glance at the sky
and I see a rainbow.
I see myself in it.
How I feel things so vividly
Emotions pouring from my head to my toes.
My thoughts paint the landscape of my mind
Like an artist to their canvas.
You'd think it was a dream.
You'd understand exactly what I mean
If you were the one who'd seen it.
Pouring paint to the palette
Like words to a writers mind.
Sometimes,
Sometimes I let the words take my breath.
Taking me to a place I've never been before.
Take me to the entrance of a new door,
Hoping one day I'd fine the bonnie to my clyde.
Someone who's thoughts spill faster
than the tongue can handle.
A person who wants to go on late night rides.
A person who likes to watch the tide,
& say the way the water glistens matches my eyes.
Someday I wish to be thought of the way I think.
The way I jumble up the words till it all makes sense,
In a puzzle of the world where it all doesn't fit.
Someone who looks at her as more than just a prize,
Someone who looks for the difference deep inside.
Someone who never gets a rise
Out of a simple gesture,
but the kind that stays with you
for a lifetime.
For once I want to the one who talks & talks
And goes for long walks.
The one who you smile over when I'm gone
When I sneak into your thoughts.
The one it's no hassle for,
To do just a little more.
The one it feels easy with.
The one it hurts to miss.
The one.
The poem, not the poet.
