Daniela (Kinda like the Weezer song Jamie)

So,
You want a poem do you,
A shameless self promotion type thing
(they say self improvement is masturbation),
but you know me,
I’m more than willing to oblige
(not the masturbating part…ok, so maybe).

There’s something about you,
You know, that special something,
Kinda like when someone smells really bad but you aren’t sure what they smell like,
But it’s special.
You’re like that, except you don’t smell bad.
(You smell great, actually. Like flowers and morning dew, usually).

I think that the word goddess,
Used in conjunction with words like ethereal,
Beautiful and elegant and mysterious, were just put into use
For a girl like you.
Well, girl, not really, I see you as more of a woman (but you still act so wonderfully childish sometimes).
That pouty face you make is probably the funniest
Yet sweetest and most charming thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
Really.

Your legs,
Those “Meeeeow” yet “gasp” legs that go straight to the heaven neither of us believe exists, like they’re wrapping themselves in clouds
And stars and vapor whispers.

I love your hands too, actually,
Tiny and fragile as they are, like a little kids.
It feels like holding the hand of a beautiful little child,
Your skin as soft as a baby’s butt (and it really is).
Your chipmunk cheeks that everyone scorches you for,
The bad haircut you always claim to have
(no stylist could ruin you if she wanted to),
the freckles on your face that seemed to place themselves exactly where mine are,
just on opposite sides (look at the one beside your nose,
then at mine, next time you see me),
the dark eyes and they’re endless spiral into your mind
(the mind that spills through your teeth, no matter how tight you clench them),
the soft and serenading voice that I adore,
the amazing way you say “heeey!”

As beautiful and fragile as you may seem,
You still manage to make me feel safe
In your arms, in your perfect hug that I could just lie within for years
And not care about the life outside I might be missing.
I really wouldn’t.

It’s all so much better when I’m with you.
Life just lends itself to colour when your standing at my side.


Wait a second, was this supposed to be some sort of love poem?