Let the sparks fly

It’s hard to say
I’m falling for you
I can’t believe
I want something new

And my friends say you’re not new at all
You’re green eyed, blonde and six feet tall
And isn’t that just about how they are?
That’s been every relationship for me so far!
And much more coyly, I mention,
“I love his car!”

I’m a mobile woman in an immobile town!
There’s no place to go but I want to get around.
Take me places, show me things and talk to me about the past
Tell me about all the relationships you had that didn’t last

So later I can tell the whole story
To my other friends though they find it boring
They find it bragging, they find it boastful
They find it impossible, I find it hopeful

When I ramble on about our night
How we drove under the stars and into the moonlight
For the first time in a while, I’ve felt more than just okay
YES! They’ll ask why and redundantly I’ll say

“He lets me listen to my favorite songs
Even as some are eight minutes long
He listens to rap and turns the bass up high
And pushes his seat far back when he drives

He asks me where I want to go
And as it turns out, I never know
I just want to sit and talk for a while
And try my hand at making him smile"

And when we park in front of my home
Look me in the eyes so that they don’t roam
And think about kissing me deeply
Then grin at me ever so sweetly

Think about everything wonderful in the world
That you could ever want from a girl
Then take a photo and make it me
And show your friends so they can see

And when you’re driving home, I’m begging you
If there’s only one thing you can do
Think about how things would be
If one day you were married to me
And for years we lived happily
In our house built up on a tree

Maybe we’ll die in 2073
They’ll bury us in a casket only 4 feet deep
So when the tide comes in we can rise
And give the surface a grisly surprise!
Even as bones, you’re still adorable in my eyes.

Maybe you can dream of me when you fall asleep
And I’ll try the same with the thoughts I keep
That things are as precious as they appear
And not as grotesque as I hear

From the mouths of jealous sister types
Whose behinds still take baby wipes
I’m sick of all their groans and gripes!
Drive off a bridge and call it a night.

“Now back to me and him, Oh yes this guy
When I’m with him I feel a natural high
Sitting in his Honda just feels so right
As the moon appeared, I hope our future is as bright”

l e t t h e s p a r k s f l y

Let the sparks fly

Jascie Epinn

Joined January 2009

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Artist's Description

The moon was so close
Do you think this was by mistake?
God would not take us here
If only it were for my sake

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