Poetry Like Water

It's too bad I'm not witty
It's too bad I can't capture you in a crossfire of metaphors and flowing paragraphs
or that i can't write a sentence
see it's form on paper
and rearrange it's pattern
into some form of streaming liquid to roll off your tongue
through your mind
and echo it's spill along the hallway to your heart
it's to bad i'm not that kind of poet.
That this pencil's river runs with reptition
that i choose to use rhymes
allthough rhymes do not combine to well with my feelings
it's often that my expressions often aren't in full when searching for the correct rythm,
it's often that that fluid motion of
mind to pencil,
heart to hand,
and soul to paper
is less like a river to me and more like rain drops
cut
clear
precise
like a steady drum beat,
but i like your flowing metaphors better
i feel more at peace with the steady tide you've created
it's giving me that feeling
that floating feeling
expressing my buoyancy
by trying to write something so perfect for you
letting loose those indescribible feelings
because i know it's worth everything i can give...
and i feel that everytime i see you i'm less likely to drown
i mean that with your
every modest smile
every knowing glance
or every perfectly unexpected peck or kiss on the cheek
I seem to skim loves surfaces
swimming carelessly
being in love
and honestly
that's not a bad thing at all.