Jean's Poem
She has long red hair
And deep green eyes
And The way they look at me
When she's sitting down
From over her glasses
It makes me insane
She's the smartest person I know
And it makes me kind of weak
To think that someone like me
Could have it so bad
For a woman like her
She's the kind of girl
Who kisses anyone she knows
But when she kisses me
it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like
she's begging for more
But that's just wishful thinking
She can read my mind
But never listens to my heart
Even tho it's screaming her name
She works out every morning
And every afternoon
And from across the gym
She thinks I'm watching the news
But from behind my shades
She'll never know and I'll never tell
That I can't concentrate
Cus I'm concentrating on her
We never spar and she never spots me
Bc from up close she could probably tell
Just how shallow my breath gets
It would worry her deeply
To think I can't breathe
But it's not the weight or the stress on my heart
That cuts my breath in half
She's the kind of girl
Who kisses anyone she knows
But when she kisses me
it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like
she's begging for more
But that's just wishful thinking
She can read my mind
But never listens to my heart
Even tho it's screaming her name
From the death of my ma
And the passing of my pop
I've had those who love me
But I've never felt at home
I've always been alone
Until the day
That she she drove up the drive
Like a bat out of hell
And my heart filled up with joy
She said that she's from jersey
And really likes my mustang
And when she's riding next to me
I don't ever wanna stop
I feel right at home when she is by my side
She's the kind of girl
Who kisses anyone she knows
But when she kisses me
it kind of, sort of, almost, feels like
she's begging for more
But that's just wishful thinking
She can read my mind
But never listens to my heart
Even tho it's screaming her name
She's my best friend
And oh what a friend she is
For just this morning I woke up with a pounding in my head
At first I thought it was normal like every other day
Til my feet hit the floor and so did last nights meal
And jean she's so kind
For she brought me a bucket, a rag for my head
And cleaned up the mess that I had made.
She has brought me soup and crackers and tea
And In my delusional fever dream I may think of her beauty
But when I awake it's her heart that will comfort me
And for all the things I've named
I love the most of all every Sunday morn
When her hair is pulled up
And the make up washed away
When her freckles frame her face
And glasses frame her eyes.
When The sound of her laughter
And the smell of bacon fill this house
I walk into the kitchen to see her smiling at me
In a tank top, and sweat pants rolled down
This is when she looks her best
When she is comfortable
I know the real her
That is something no one else can say.
