most inexplicable feeling,
It’s almost endearing,
But it’s more than that, and I don’t know in which direction it’s steering.
But I can tell you what I can explain, in the best way I can:
You are a miracle,
With a picture perfect personality,
That can go high and low,
And I can’t believe that if sand were to go upwards,
Or hands to go backwards,
You wouldn’t be here with me anymore,
And we’d both be waiting for a future, with more in store.
When our hands grab for each other,
I feel as if the lines and creases of my palms are suddenly filled with cement,
Because your aura makes me want to stay grounded with you and stay in one place,
No matter how many drills or bulldozers try to break their embrace.
I want to stay grounded to you,
And watch the sky change from sparkles to warm colors,
That caress my body, and fill my soul with warmth.
To me, you’re the smell of hand sanitizer on my hands after lunch,
When I’m in class holding my head daydreaming,
Because you are clean, caring,
And no matter what your smell is always under my nose, and sticks to my mind,
Never to get out.
And thank you for the stupid faces you make when you want to cheer me up,
When my eyes are leaky faucets,
You somehow always manage to be the plumber,
Because when my faucets go
drip, drip, drip,
You listen to every problem,
And screw the bolts that need to be to keep me sane.
Maybe, I know how to describe this feeling.
Maybe, just maybe, this is finally budding love,
And I know this tree may just be cut down, and turn into paper one day for all to see,
But I’d rather try, and try,
And maybe this tree will grow old with cherry blossoms, and grow all the way to the sky.
