Untitled 13

By: gman

Wait, I’m not ready yet.
The music is still playing, yet
I have the feeling
you’re thinking
this is ending
all the movements,
all the settings
in my little play production.
Indications of reductions in
each and every letter sent,
moments spent in
concentration,
carefully measured
consideration
of Real-Life(tm) and the
implications
of falling in love
with someone so
uniquely
Me.
Scared?

Don’t be.
Don’t allow yourself to be.
Fall for me,
follow me;
you’re opening up to the
possibilities
all around you;
eclectic you,
electric you
in the quiet reserved
collected you.
Serenely you.
Uniquely you.
Can’t help but say that
I love you.
But wait!
That’s besides the point.

Ignore the emotions stained
on my sleeve.
I’m waiting to be
the perfect thing
you never dreamed
to dream
of dreaming.
I’m not quite normal,
but that’s the thing!
The wonderfully romantic
incredible scene
in my little play production.
Have a seat next to me,
the music is still playing.


-- Dedicated to E__