Spencer
Bluelight Crew
I wrote this almost 7 years ago. It's the only "poem" I've ever written that I've liked and kept. You can easily tell I was 16 or 17 when I wrote it. Tina will always have a special place in my heart. Hell, I havent seen her in at least 3 years and I still find myself hoping sometimes that I'll run into her, and finally ask her out. God, as much as I loved being 16, I hated it so much
And when I saw her for the first time
and she was reading out loud
And I remember the way her voice sounded
And I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And when she held my hand
And all I could think about is why was she doing this?
And why can't I react the way i want to?
And why am i not smooth like Joe Cool?
And I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And she looked at me
And Smiled
And Laughed
And said I was funny
And so I walked with her
And in my head I made great plans for our future
And the world just hasn't looked the same
and even the most beautiful sunsets
and butterflies
and red tides dont compare to her
and I smiled to myself
and laughed a tortured laugh
and wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
and even though she is "different" from the rest
and she's still an "old fashioned girl"
and I thought that was amusing when she said that
and she said she was a good girl
and I thought "gee, I'm a good guy"
and I realized it wasnt the same
and I wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And then finally I said the right things
and as she lay in my lap
and I was nervous
and she said "why can't I ever find a guy like you?"
and I felt my heart break in at least 3 places
and I wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And why did she have to walk into *my* life?
and why did she have to be so perfect?
and why did she have to choose me to gather into her web?
and why did she have to choose the other guy?
and why did he not care about her as much as I do?
and why why why?
and why so many questions?
and I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
and then I realized that she was still in *my* lap
and holding *my* hand
and we could make it last forever
and I smiled, laughed, cryed, wished, hoped
and wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
-Spencer
And when I saw her for the first time
and she was reading out loud
And I remember the way her voice sounded
And I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And when she held my hand
And all I could think about is why was she doing this?
And why can't I react the way i want to?
And why am i not smooth like Joe Cool?
And I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And she looked at me
And Smiled
And Laughed
And said I was funny
And so I walked with her
And in my head I made great plans for our future
And the world just hasn't looked the same
and even the most beautiful sunsets
and butterflies
and red tides dont compare to her
and I smiled to myself
and laughed a tortured laugh
and wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
and even though she is "different" from the rest
and she's still an "old fashioned girl"
and I thought that was amusing when she said that
and she said she was a good girl
and I thought "gee, I'm a good guy"
and I realized it wasnt the same
and I wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And then finally I said the right things
and as she lay in my lap
and I was nervous
and she said "why can't I ever find a guy like you?"
and I felt my heart break in at least 3 places
and I wondered "where did she come from and why do I love her?"
And why did she have to walk into *my* life?
and why did she have to be so perfect?
and why did she have to choose me to gather into her web?
and why did she have to choose the other guy?
and why did he not care about her as much as I do?
and why why why?
and why so many questions?
and I wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
and then I realized that she was still in *my* lap
and holding *my* hand
and we could make it last forever
and I smiled, laughed, cryed, wished, hoped
and wondered "Where did she come from and why do I love her?"
-Spencer
