My daydreams gave me hope
And I think God gave me you to learn how to cope
Or to finally discover the zen within
It all beginned with a shirt
A conversation about colors schemes and due dates
And as soon as I picked up the phone it was too late I was captivated with a voice
And our first date with a face to match it like I had a choice
I smoked weed for the first time and I never felt a relief like that from my own mind
I felt more like myself with you then anyone else
I used to be rediculed for being strange
Our correspondence made me fond with the fact that I wasn't alone
Im attracted with a mind that was similar to my own
The depths of conversational affairs
Is what scares the hairs off the neck
When kisses escalates from peck
I was a check off your bucket list
The girl who anyone else couldnt have
I never heard such an angelic laugh
I recoil the soil that planted these weeds of crestfallen turmoil
When we held hands it wasn't for your pleasure
I held your hand because I couldn't let myself sink into something unfamiliar in its measure
I was wandering in a land with a stranger
The danger of love at first sight is people only show you the side of them that doesn't bite
//e.b.
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THE FUNDAMENTALS OF A REALIST
PoesíaA collection of my thoughts in poems that reflects my life before, after, and during being associated with my first love as well as my creative impulses. a poetic photograph of May 2015- October 2015. ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
