I’m sorry I fail at
communication
I just don’t know what to say
don’t know how to get through
You seemed so
unattainable
Your lips, your cheeks, your flaws and
abilities
All of these fit together to be you,
the perfect you
Let’s just chill
look back for a moment
I don’t think I’m good for you
but I want to be right and true
It’ll take some time
but I want us to rhyme
to be in sync and harmony
I want to fit into
the puzzle of your life
This is a song I made up
Just had to get my ideas down
Let you know
How I’m feeling
now”
“That was beautiful, Jase. You are so much better at expressing yourself in words than I am,” I confessed, “Umm, so if you want to make this work, I am definitely in.”
His smile just made my day brighter as he said, “Sweet,” and slung his guitar over his shoulder, and grabbed me by the hand.
“I believe this is the start of a beautiful relationship,” I remarked, disregarding the wetness of my jeans. The warmth in my heart and his fingers in mine would last me through at least December.