Writings from November of 2007 to April of 2009, or maybe the middle of 2010. |
9-23-08 Her senses tell a story that I had yet to come across. Every time she looked at me my mind would be at a loss. The words I practiced on my everyday way to her would get distracted by thoughts that seemed unsure. But she always smiled when I asked for a little more and she always smiled as I went to the door. The way she could see me comin' from miles away was almost as lovely as anything that she'd say. And she smelled so beautiful that I had to turn my head in hopes that she'd hear whatever I had said. But she always smiled when I wanted a little more and she always smiled when my jaw hit the floor. The touch kept me coming back to her for more to hear what she might say and see her hopefully... maybe someday come around or put each other in our places and meet face-to-face because the girl's got good taste. Now she always smiles and I don't have to ask for more. And she always smiles when I walk in the door. And she always smiles and she smiles and I smile and I smile because she smiles because I smile because she smiles when I smile and we don't need anything more. |