You're my gap toothed lover You're more than a friend A gap in your happiness That I can fill with a kiss Or a whisper Our lips meet Our lips curve up into smiles Our whole bodies are smiling This is the feeling of being complete Just for a moment The empty filled with laughter and understanding The empty filled with another clasped hand The empty filled with another soul
You're the handsome and the dreamy I could only dream of Your time-stopping smile Your chameleon gaze Your quicksand lips Your gorgeous heart Our hearts beat in time Our hopes aligned You're mine
From the tips of your cracked toenails To the plateau of your occasional flattop head of hairs You're undeniably perfect in all your imperfection Perfect even when you haven't shaved your porcupine face for a couple of days Perfect even when you snap on a frown for a couple of days Perfect even when you are miles away from me Though we may be a couple For many days And nights Both spent and saved Wistful And in body numbing anticipation of the next moment I can hold you close to my body Close to my soul Close to my heart
You mean so much to me Meaning, I adore you Meaning, I cherish you Meaning, I want to grow old and gray with you You make me happy when the skies are gray You make me happy when the skies fall down upon us Though I've already fallen for an angel, a godsend You've already fallen from a shooting star We've already fallen in this describable feeling We've already fallen but we haven't given up No, I won't give up on us No, I won't give you up No, I give you My heart My soul My future Our lives together
We make a cute pair You're the Mr. Potato Head To my ears and eyes and hands You hear me See into my soul Touch me from the depths of my heart You have the mouth to sooth my aching ears The face where I can rest my eyes The hands where I can lay my tired hands I place my hand in yours I place my hopes in you For you Are my one and only The only one for me I, your darling sweet potato You, my precious potato wedges
I'm so many different people at once, not quite knowing the means of my own worth, the feelings of resolve, or the methods to my own madness. If I overstepped my bounds, reached beyond my limits, closed up prematurely before my potential, then where am I? A heavy part of me still drags on like a shadow. I'm such a dark person, pretending not to be dark.
I'm an aspiring optimist; twice bruised, twice renewed, once saved. Oh, how I aspire