Not A Love Poet
I swear, I don’t write love poems, but if I did, it would go something like, roses are red, violets are blue. No no wait, it would go something like, I want to be the man that gets the chance to fall asleep with you, be the man that gets a chance to see all the routines that you do. Like the nights that you stay up longer than you should just to do homework that’s not even close to being due. See, I want to be the man that shows you off too the world, like the ocean shows off the reflection of the sunrise on a perfect Summer morning. Or how a kid shows off their smile when they understand something that they are learning. Be the man that is there when you’re sick or feeling down and out, go through this life just to figure out what it’s all about.
