boiling pot of frustration
sizzles from within
to every friendly taunt
for some reason,
no one can rile you up like he does.
but yet you come back for more
glances held a little too long
which cause you to tumble
into the abyss of his
sometimes hazel if he’s tired,
towards the subtle oranges in the middle
oh, too long again.
but the music of his laughter
highlighting those sparkling crinkles
around the deep abysses
urge to prove yourself
and it all sums up to
that maybe, just maybe
you’ve fallen too far down those
another one succumbing
to his charm
yet you know you’re not special
nobody can rile you up like he does
yet you keep coming back
because not only does he intrigue you
quench your thirst for knowledge and
keeps you levelled,
despite how he
riles you up
charms socks off birds and bees and girls all around
how you know you’re not special.
despite it all.
he’s good, kind,
and those moments of sweetness grip
your very essence
as you try to pull yourself from
but it seems like gravity had other
ideas in mind
nobody can rile you up like he does.