i need to hear your voice
can't get you off my mind
my headspace is filled with your face
my thoughts forming tired rhymes
you hate cliches,
hate it when i generalise,
i only ever found honesty
in those intense blue eyes.
this wasn't meant to happen,
this wasn't my plan,
and as understanding as you are,
i really don't think you understand.
you're irritatingly right,
beautifully flawed,
innocently irresistable,
everything about you has me floored.
i don't want you to read this,
but you probably will,
and so again i fall short of you
in every way,
(this will make you smile your little boy grin, with those dimples i love)
ive stopped rhyming now,
you probably find my cliches painful.
please just promise me,
you'll return those dvds,
and let me return,
in some way, shape or form.
because if i could take it all back, these past hours,
with all my heart i would.