Mindless Ramblings of the Queer Kind

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Heaven knows it wasn’t my intent

There were no clear laid plans

No game in play, I stumbled as I fell

To be honest I’m not even sure how we got here.

It feels so much like a dream

The first time I saw your face

Is seared into my memory forevermore

I felt alone and out of place and there you were

So handsome and kind, and those eyes

Gods I should have known when I saw those eyes

And I wonder if others see the you behind those eyes.

Not the actor or the clown but the sweetest softest parts

The quiet thoughtful soul

But how could they possible see all the moments that I stole

Like your face in the early morning,

the smile you smile when you realize you’re not waking alone.

The way you find my hand in the darkest part of night

Or how you always glance to make sure I am still behind

And this writing doesn’t have a flow,

no consistent rhyme in sight

Yet I don’t think I care because I find

there is no art that can ever compete

with the feel of your hand in mine.