Ever since the first day my eyes locked with yours,
my sentiments have once again been aroused,
and my need to write somewhat idiotic love poems,
has become all but a howl in my ear.
your bleached hair and brown roots,
make me smile cause,
thats who you are.
You said I looked like Betty Paige when we met,
I act so stupid around you,
Among the dark clothes an black hair,
you sit like a peacock in your colorful shirts,
and I have to laugh silently.
Somehow I'll slip this to you,
I don't quite know how.
I feel like I've been running,
and heat creeps over me,
washing like a water hose.
ever since the first day,
my eyes locked with yours.