"Hey Dood"

Waiting for the stars to shine,

I'm lying on my back in a field.

This is really happening,

It's not just words on a page.

I hate that you're taller than me,

but I'll never admit it.

Because it's kinda cute that you think something so simple is an accomplishment,

and I don't want to ruin that.

It's like seeing a child amused by something ridiculous,

and you don't want to ruin their fun.

I suppose you're a child, then.

One who always has to steal shotgun,

even when their best friend is riding in the backseat.

They don't talk the whole way,

because they're too busy being in the front seat.

You're raw,

powerful,

and definitive in your cause-

But I wish you'd just be docile and frail...

where is the fun when you take chivalry out of the picture?

You feel... less of a man.

But then all that frustration melts away.

Because of the white teeth in your perfect smile...

Your smile is huge. It almost seems wider than a normal smile,

but that's why it's the first thing I see when I come down to meet everyone at lunch by the pool,

I see that big darned smile of yours.

And it makes me happy.

But I suppose it's not just that;

I suppose I think of what that reminds me of too,

about you,

maybe.

That your smile come from your sense of humour,

good laughs, they were had.

There's more, definitely more,

but not that i can say.

Not until, another day.