stubbornly clumbsy
I was never good with words,
but i'll try my best.
These phrases are tripping out of my mouth, clumsy and bruised.
but i'll try my best.
bear with me, you're the one with the words,
and I'm the one with the color.
you are hardly the forgettable kind
with those bright eyes that sparkled in the light.
It was a game of chance,
but the wind blew me toward you
like a kite floating in the autumn's sky
but i'm so glad I didn't fight it.
there was something about you, I couldn't quite place
as the weather changed,
the drought got worse and the cold front moved in,
I was drawn to you;
you held my attention,
which is hard to do,
your honesty, refreshing.
but i'm trying my best;
bear with me, you're the one with the words,
and I'm not meant to be coordinated.
I like the way you squint when you smile
the way you can ponder religion and politics and laugh at innuendos,
the way you're passionate about music
the way you refracted the light
I like your hair, your intelligence
I like the way you threw me in the sunlight,
when i was blinded by that dark room,
you don't even know.
I tried my best,
I'm aware I'm as graceful as a fish out of water;
or trey attempting to dance, but just know
I tried my best.
[I know you don't like this.]