Art of The Matter: H.E.R

"Tennis Anyone"?!

I've stated that question so many times in recent years

That I  no longer need to rehearse those emotions

It's a handicapped optimism that

Hobbles to step in the name of love!

Which recently  has become so unfamiliar.

In  fact, It needs a lapel tag

For me to recognize the stranger it has become

Hello, my name is_______  (Scratch that),

(Ahem) I meant to say, my name is _____

No, "X" that with a sharpie that has become  rather dull

So why don't you just pencil me in

So that I can erase those memories

Because I sure as hell miss my spotless mind...

Now stained With calico blemishes of overweight gray-scales

Resembling the shadowed beats of the heartless.

But what can I do?

I meet square pegs that don't fit in my circle!

And squares may be cool for some people

But that never was my angle,

That "Grow to Love Notion"

Which eventually becomes stunted,

Reaching a height that isn't tall enough

To look over her imperfections while projecting my own!

They say "If you look you will never find"....

Well it is hard when you leave the house with three eyes..

Constantly scanning for a picture that matches the one in my gallery

The face has become faded due to longing prints

Smearing a canvas that has dried for sometime...

So pardon if I undress you with my eyes,

I'm just seeing if your wings match the ones in my portrait,

And your jacket prevented me from doing so...

Coupled with charming humor, knit with sharp wit

That threads the needle between conceit and confidence

Vintage style that's ahead of its' time,

Colors her rhythm with shades of blue stencils

That have me drawn to her quirks

Perfectly placed outside the box....

A box that is next to this landing strip

That I've crashed on for too long,

Insatiably watching lovers fly be.

With twilight providing candle light, 

stars flickering as they are caught in glass jars 

only to release them when they are seen in each others eyes..

While Green are in mine....(Go On)

Don't worry, she's out there, was written in my yearbook,

Well I have years worth of books filled with

plans, gifts, soundtracks and invitations are all marked

With the same message: "Sorry, You Just Missed Her"

Maybe her reservations are just earlier than mine 

Or My watch is set to the wrong time.......