So Joe walks in looking straight in my face,
and all he says in this seriousness of a gaze?
But she likes it!
She likes it when i tell her sweet things-
all the sweet nothings!
She likes it when i joke, with unfounded compliments.
Her mood turns on the lights at the mention of how sleepless in thought i was,
thinking of her and only her –
though, i thought about her for less than one hour,
as i soundly enjoyed my eight hour sleep
she is all fly about this sweet nothing bro!
Though i dream of her twice a week,
though i call her twice a day,
though i think of her 10% of my time
though i like her away from me at times.
She still enjoys the flatter that she is always in my mind,
that an hour without hearing her voice is like a decade in jail
that a night without dreaming about her is a hell of nightmare
the fantasies she like?
she is all about sweet nothings pal!
scratching his head, and now i know he is mad at her,
look buddy, just jana ( yesterday) i pulled her leg like this,
i explained to her how i wanted to go and see her,
if only my boss wasn’t that strict.
Of how i failed to meet her last week,
because it rained cats and dogs!
So i wonder, did she see the cats mewing as they fell from the sky?
Or the dogs barking as they rained?
(its a saying Joe- stop being so silly- i interject as he continues)
Okay join her pal in thinking that i failed to see her for the fear of barking dogs biting me
huh! can you imagine biting me from the sky?
(barking dogs seldom bite Joe! huh weed and its craziness, a tell myself silently as i watch the show)
I wonder if she ever thinks about those odds i present her,
if behind that beautiful face and that curly smile is a deep anger and range
or a cocktail of both.
i wonder if everything is just okay with her
or for her in those silly perfumes
or if something is awry here.
she can’t be this dumb and survive the world
she can’t be this ignorant
she can’t be this illogical
no! maybe i am mistaken!
who is fooling who here?
who is falling for all this sweet nothings?
( in my silence-i think its you Joe!)
In her ignorance i get kisses
in her dumbness i get smiles
and in her illogical conclusions- i feel loved
(seriously? i ask in my silence. Joe is going nutts)
And now i worry,
What if she was not this kissing? it the right kind of kisses for me!
What if she was not this smiling? i would miss her smiles with real tears!
What if she was not this loving?
Would i survive under the sun?
would i release this beast of thirst that only she can quench?
Would i fulfill this dreams that only she i like to share with?
Would i stand this rag that lack of her love would create in me?
I wonder what if each and everyday!
i say thanks to sweet nothings, hats off!
That’s why i flirt,
and i exaggerate my passion for her
my love to her, only her!
In unmatched expression each and every moment possible
My life now stands still, as i quiver in this fears
the what if fears.
But all along in fears and smiles,
she flies and falls,
for all those sweet nothings
that i think they have to mean something, something at least for her.
And yes she does!
me too i do – i feel
but i cannot describe what,
all you should know is just one simple thing,
that i can not let it go!