3/9/12

Northern Wind
By Jeff(anity)

I saw your smile in a cloud today, and so I knew today wouldn’t be the day I forgot you.

I wish my words didn’t have so much weight so that I can say them without so much strain, and then I could finally tell you that I really do like your eyes.

I wish my words didn’t have so much weight and that I didn’t have two left feet so I wouldn’t be afraid to ask you to dance.

My mother asked for you by name while I passed her the mashed potatoes, she said you were a nice girl and that one day you’ll teach me to eat my peas without playing with them. I told her it wasn’t likely but that you could try if you really liked.

I wish my words worked like my lips.

A song came on the radio today, and they sang about a girl. I think that girl was you. You are every girl that a guy wishes he still had. You are every girl that a guy would write a song for; to tell the whole world just how wonderful you are. You are every girl with brown eyes, and long hair. You are every girl with pink lips and long legs. You are the only girl with a perfect smile and crooked teeth.

I wish my words came like Saturday.

Today I wanted to buy a hundred song birds because I wanted new music for us to dance to, and nothing man made would be good enough for you. If I could I’d make a dress for you from spiders silk, because I can stop being the fly on the wall.

I wish words were something to be returned, like an ugly sweat shirt and the receipt.

There are bits of gold in you, I know it, and silver too. I see it whether you do or not, there is gold in you girl, little bits of silver too. There are diamonds for you, somewhere, I do not have them, but they are out there and you deserve them.

I wish my words were the diamonds you deserve , and I then I could give them to you.

The wind blew a rose from its bush and so I gave it to you to wear in your long black hair. The pink petals made your pink lips irresistible, to everyone , not just me.

I wish my words could keep the world away.

I wrote you a letter, and inside it said all the things that these words cannot. I didn’t have any stamps but I mailed it anyway, but it got sent back to me two days later, insufficient postage, insufficient emotions.

I wish my words were actions.

I wish my words were the northern winds.


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