Post by DeeKay on Jan 7, 2009 22:33:45 GMT
I want you to be my secret.
A secret so deep there’s no way I could keep it.
So peep this…
I wanna say your name, even when it doesn’t come up
Until I say it so much, my friends tell me “just shut up!”
But I can’t…
I wanna be your inspiration, the way that you inspire me
With a fire so bright that a blind man could see
That sounds stupid…
I wanna write a song for you, about you, around you
I wanna pen a prayer to thank God that I found you
Is that too much?
I wanna find the words that best manage to capture
The rapture I feel when I get to gaze at ya
And you smile back…
And I know this might sound selfish but
I wanna be the reason you wake up
Every boring morning, I wish the thought of my eyes
Was what made you rise, from your slumber
And I don’t think it’s too soon for me to pop the question
So here goes…
Baby, can I get your number?
Alright, if I'm being honest, this poem didn't start as an Ode To A Stalker, I only decided at the very end to take it there.
It started off as a normal love/girl poem, but seeing as I've avoided love and women as subject material to write about for like the last five years (I'm assuming my "as soon as I stepped in the dance, there were skets on my arm" bars don't count) I'm probably subconsciously not comfortable with it yet!
Unfortunately I can't figure out how corny it is either, so I'm not sure if I've yet acquired the ability to write about this stuff and not sound like my pubescent self. So yeah, feedback greatly appreciated.
A secret so deep there’s no way I could keep it.
So peep this…
I wanna say your name, even when it doesn’t come up
Until I say it so much, my friends tell me “just shut up!”
But I can’t…
I wanna be your inspiration, the way that you inspire me
With a fire so bright that a blind man could see
That sounds stupid…
I wanna write a song for you, about you, around you
I wanna pen a prayer to thank God that I found you
Is that too much?
I wanna find the words that best manage to capture
The rapture I feel when I get to gaze at ya
And you smile back…
And I know this might sound selfish but
I wanna be the reason you wake up
Every boring morning, I wish the thought of my eyes
Was what made you rise, from your slumber
And I don’t think it’s too soon for me to pop the question
So here goes…
Baby, can I get your number?
Alright, if I'm being honest, this poem didn't start as an Ode To A Stalker, I only decided at the very end to take it there.
It started off as a normal love/girl poem, but seeing as I've avoided love and women as subject material to write about for like the last five years (I'm assuming my "as soon as I stepped in the dance, there were skets on my arm" bars don't count) I'm probably subconsciously not comfortable with it yet!
Unfortunately I can't figure out how corny it is either, so I'm not sure if I've yet acquired the ability to write about this stuff and not sound like my pubescent self. So yeah, feedback greatly appreciated.