Conall
I know the brakes are screeching,
that bright noise
On this beautiful little Train car
Rolling towards, maybe, something bigger
And if it's okay with you
I'd like to discover the destination.
Mind if i stop the screeching?
See, we just started but
I'm not ready to give up the
Discovery of you.
I'd like to hear the stories
Beneath your scars
And i want to find out
What makes your face fold
Into that smile,
That almost secretive grin.
I want to memorize that
Network of past laughs around your eyes,
I'd like to learn your favorite
everything
And I want to know how you like your eggs.
Because the thing is
I took a leap for you
Into the inky black
I'm not a gambler but for once
My daydreams paid off-
But not enough.
I didn't want you because of your model status.
Don't get me wrong-
I don't mind the muscles, the height that makes my neck crane for a kiss,
Your chiseled jaw and straight features;
But you captured me in your grin, your eyes,
Sweet like rainwater in the woods and the way you
Use only so many words, not needing the attention and
Not afraid of a little silence.
I like that we have all these moments,
These moments where the possibilities unfolded until finally
We grabbed the opportunity.
We're so alike,
You're so like the people I love most,
And we watch all the same shows.
You're so down-to-earth that your toes are dirty from the soil and
You're so sweet, when you steal cookies with that wicked grin
Stretching your face.
Your flaws make me laugh
and that makes me want to remember
Every inch of you, so please,
Let me stop the screeching
Let this train roll on
Let's find out where we're headed.
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