Poems

Good Morning Beautiful

"god she was beautiful
just laying next to me in this bed covered with too many blankets
she insists that we need three
somehow shes fast asleep but how could I close my eyes when she was a walking dream
i could stare at her for centuries and still not be able to catch my breath
i want to hold her but i wonder if shell want me when she's half asleep
she doesn't get it
why would i want to spend even a second away from her
when she has glued my heart to the palm of her hand
why would i ever want to see the light of day when i could see a light even brighter in her eyes
im not always the best negotiator
i frustrate her when i talk sometimes
but how else am i supposed to hear her voice?
i want so badly to be good enough for her
id give anything to never have to hear anger in her kisses again
although they are quite hot
i may not be perfect but she is so cant i just hold her hand and follow her spotlight my whole life
oh god how i wouldn't mind it blinding my eyes
oh god how i wouldn't mind walking on stage with that beautiful masterpiece
vangogh would be jealous of the stars in her smile
and Beethoven would envy the way her voice sounds like a composition that the crowd would beg for an encore after
im so fucking thankful for the museum that was smart enough to see how complexly special she is
she deserves to hang on every wall
in every building
she is what i want to see when i look out the window on a Sunday morning
she is the view i want for the rest of my days"