The alarm clock
Everything else does not matter
Down to her very last atom I analyze her
Whenever I am with her I feel at home
See, her beauty radiates from her skin
Changing mediums as it moves but not its intensity,
Becoming airborne with the intention of infecting me
So I breathe in and in and in because I could never ever get enough of her
Her smile is contagious, although I never smile, even though I want to
I don’t because I can’t, my muscles are too weak
You see her smile is so beautiful, so bright that my brain cells can’t process such divine beauty so they just stop working and my muscles are paralyzed
My, pituitary gland gets too excited every time I see her, like its a kid in a candy store
Or a toddler with a remote control in her hand, pressing each and every button
Firing hormones left right and center so I get all kinds of feels when I’m with her
She is a flower, and I am hoping to be her admirer
And we all know no one admires a flower better than the gardener
So, beautiful, I want to be your water, I want to quench your thirst
But every time I get close to you, every single time,
My alarm clock goes off...
(2014)
The poem is about my dream girl (see what I did there?)
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