I love the feeling I get when I write something truly wonderful,

But I never share the things I love most with the people who are

Most likely to leave. People seem to focus so much on the doubt

That surrounds life that they forget to be happy every once in a while.

They blame it on the economy that keeps them from making enough

Money that they would have blown anyway on mistakes and one night

Stands that would have sunk to the pits of their stomachs as regrets for

The rest of their lives that are so sedentary you mistake them for a rock at

First glance. First impressions are key to the love that everyone seeks in

Their dreams induced by cocktails and strobe lights that flash back to your

Childhood and your first heart break that made you cynical and first taught

You what it was to feel pain. So you sit in the shower and let the cold water

Fall like it did off the cliff you stood so close to while you contemplated the

Meaning of it all. And after all this time you still didn’t know what it was that

Made you take a step back until the day you saw her face and the way the

Sunlight danced so cheerfully off her cheek and her eyes that burned like fierce

Emeralsds assured you that you could never be as graceful as her legs that are longer

Than life and peeked beneath the cutoff jean shorts that tightly hugged her olive skin.

It was then you realized that your life was taped together by the hope that one day

You would understand a beauty as miraculous as hers.