Jump. Dr. James Simmons
am truly vexed by you
I can’t tell if it’s in your smile
Or if it’s the way you touch me
Make a thirsty man walk one hundred miles
In an arid desert where even mirages refuse to play
Could it be I am falling in love with you
You touched me in a place I never knew
Open up my eyes like a newborn child
You let me see for the first time and my first sight was you
You’re my angel and my love
I could never have dreamed of another besides you
This thing we have has got to be from heaven above
You are my Michelle Obama
My hot little number
My chérie amour
And I adore you
You are my sweet little flower
My soul d’amor
And I do not want to live without you
Like a flower out of water, I would wilt
With your touch, you give me power
You shower me with a love that I can never grasp
And never hope to ask why you love me so
So I just am content to blame it on gravity
Simply put, I am just meant to be close to you
You are my Venus
That star that guides me in the midnight sky
And on my list of joys, you are reasons number one through nine
(And number ten is to start from number one all over again)
How do I tell you in any other way?
Je t’aime
Te amo
Ti voglio bene
Ani ohev otach
Mo ni fe
No matter how you spin it
No matter what time or what day
My heart still burns for you
With a heat that only warms my yearning for you
Like the moon thirsty for the midnight sky
I forever long for you
I never want to learn to be without you
All that is to say…
I could never tear my heart away from a love this good
So, it’s got to be true
I may not be your first or your only
But all we have is this instant in time
For tomorrow you might be gone
Leaving me sitting solitary and forlorn
But that doesn’t matter in the here and now
While I can hear your laughter
Feel your caress
Or hold you for just a moment and see your smile
I can’t say that I will never hurt you
Or never make you cry
I will never be unblemished
And not always avoid all lies
I know we are not perfect together
Neither are we apart
So I will not seek to hold you to a standard
That will never be our norm
I will always seek to elevate you to a place we never been before
And if you ever stumble, I hope to be the hand to catch you before you fall
I will love you
And love you
Deeper than any man under God’s grace
Hold you closer than my tomorrow
And try to always kiss you like it’s the last goodbye
To look into your eyes in a way that you never have to wonder why
I love you
Billie Jean
Billie Jean was not my lover
She was just a girl that beat a boy
And showed the world that the other half of the sky
Was just as bright
That’s what happens when strong girls stand up to become great women
With indominable wills to fight
Same hands made to cradle
Can be a fist hard enough to beat back the wrong
And strong enough to hold back the night if he won’t hang her stars
Because angels can’t be heavenly through ceilings of glass
And stereotypes that last way past feminist ideals
Held victim to princess hopes and pink pony dreams
And then there was Billie Jean
That girl that was not my lover
But a mother and a sister
And always a daughter
A woman standing firm
Strong enough to beat a boy
And take the world past just trying
To a firm path to equality
Those Damn Eyes
hung low
a head turned in the direction of a heart spurned
forever thirsty for lost embraces
and kisses that taste like tomorrow
a brain stained with traces of hope’s demise
legs that couldn’t blame fate for a destiny turned away
arms without an excuse to hold on
and lips that stayed firm
but those damn eyes
just wouldn’t let go
they told the story in watery verses
still pleading silently to say
they would rather go blind
than to see him walk away
Mercy
All the tears cried
Can never dilute the blood spilled
With thoughts so resolute, they gave birth to deeds
Things lost in moments when blurred lines become stains
Bodies claimed by the outline of chalk and police tape
So many lost dates and loves
Just because the only way out was a desperate path
Across souls bent on revenge
Deaf from the drums of basic respect
A thing not earned but innate
With eyes wide open and late from paranoia
Too tired from running to see
Mercy alone