Heart of a Poet

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The Eye (Chance) [Picture Painting Series]

Now I'm glancing at you over my shoulder giving you the eye.
A smile and a wink and I'm hoping you'll walk by.
Never in life have I met a man so fly.
This isn't a night but the beginning of life.
You know it right?
'Cause I know it boo.
I only had a glance and I knew I wanted you.
I'm speaking to you in tongues, Bed springs to have you sprung.
'Cause I know once you saw me that your bell rung.
You don't have to play the man like I didn't put you in a trance.
I know once our eyes connected your senses enhanced.
And we're living on a chance...
You could die tomorrow...
I could die right now...
And leave us wondering how that perfect touch would've gone down.
See how I'm in your mind now?
What? Why? When? Where? How?
We'll ask God those questions later after I decrease your heart pound.
Step to me like a man. Boldly grab my hand.
You can have whatever you want if you only take the chance.
I'm already a fan. Direct me to the stands.
I'm all the cheer you need if you dig the words I'm saying.
Now I'm saying...
I can see the future.
I saw it once I saw you.
So no need to stall...let's break the record books.
No need for second looks.
We have the entire room blocking our inevitable.
So with your eyes deep in mine you start to cross the room.
Dodging the blocking fools. Skipping over broken rules.
You're drawing closer to me. My eyes directing you.
I can already sense you have a voice so deep it'll put me in a sling.
And you have the body that makes tone-deaf women want to sing.
Now I'm craning my neck 'cause you're two inches away from me.
Eye contact is never broken while we watch each other breathe.
You open the sexiest pair of lips to introduce yourself to me.
Then abrupt shrills interrupt you...
Dejectedly I hit snooze...
I put my head in my pillow to scream.
You were just a dream.


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