Sunday, 11 January 2015

How about a picture then


How about a picture then, They say a picture is a thousand words, But to describe you for what you really are, For who you truly are, I would have to take a billion of a million pictures with a trillion photographers and painters, Just to describe one side of you And for those of you wondering, That’s a lot of zeros. But I’m not good at painting or photography, So I have to stick with just words for right now And might as well start with those words that I know And I’ll start with English, Move my way into Armenian, Learn all the romantic tongues And work my way down to the dead languages, like Latin So, here it goes— Your eyes are gentle and are like dark lakes that have a glimmer of light as if the moon was reflecting in the darkest of night, Your eyes seem like that they can pull anyone in and they ripple every time you see a familiar friend, They shake and you open the door to your soul whenever you have your eyes meet someone else’s You invite them into your mind. You took me in one time— But I never got out. You know how to write, you know how to paint, you create music for everyone to hear You want to make a noise So people can hear you, But you don’t like all the attention Because you’re shy And I find it funny every time That you burst out into laughter And turn as red as the beautiful rose that you are, And the way that you crinkle your nose When you think something is up between the two of us, Especially on my side Because you know I always want to surprise you with something new. And I love how you stand up And always want to try something new Like really exciting and spontaneous things that actually kind of scare me, But it’s okay as long as I’m with you, But do we really have to go bungee jumping or wave riding? Sky diving is cool with me as long as I can share my parachute with you. And you know how to listen, Your ears point up as soon as you hear a voice You take all their words into memory Imagine the stories that they are telling you Give them advice and make them find their way again through the dark All they have to see are those glimmering whites in your black eyes And they’ll find their way out of the shadows Because your eyes are like lanterns. Your hands are not soft, but rough From all those battle-scars you hold, And when they grasp mine they are warm But I didn’t mind holding them And dancing with you. Oh, and dancing, That’s another thing you just so happen to be good at too, So passionate that even though the guy is supposed to lead, You started to lead me, I was about to do some twirls and spins, But you stopped me with a smile And said that you will follow me. You think you are weird, But I think that we are all a little bit kooky on the inside, I’m especially crazy around you But that’s just my normal self, Because I know that I can trust you enough to see the real me. And we do have those endless talks, But they are always about something new And something deep to think about, And sometimes I end up running my mouth But I love how I got to know you And you got to know me And yet there is still that hint of mystery behind each of our histories, But there is still time To figure out all the pieces of each other and All the secrets between us So just give it more time. Every time I’m around you I’m nervous, And after all of this, I still haven’t admitted a single word Of how much I really want us to date, How much I want us to be together, But right now, let’s just keep it like this, Because I don’t want to screw anything up, But yeah, this is only the first part of the story And I have a few more languages to continue it in, So now, onto Armenian!

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