♥ Coy.uh [.Small.Talk.]!

Everything You Need to Know about Me... You Learned in this PoemYou simply asked me “Tell me about yourself” I was at a loss for words. Brain malfunction Thoughts stopped. Tongue started. Then this spits out: Well I’m a cookies and cream eating, Hot dog in the microwave heating Only sound good singing (in the shower) Which can last up to half an hour Piano playing, spoken word saying, Bill paying, every day and night praying, Hoping not to get left while trying to get right Who makes love not war, so I don’t like to fight Unless I have to, but I’ve never been pushed Like to be held, but never smooshed I like to play games but not the childish ones Only the ones that lead to fun I can be a bitch in the morning and a train wreck later But by the end of the night you’ll love me (Unless you’re a hater) I’m addicted to music; music is my life I can be described as what you want in a wife The one girl who’s not primarily attracted to the lime light A vertically challenged- You know that means I’m short right? Guitar Hero lover, quick with the hands Don’t have enough money to keep in rubber bands [But I’m content.] Old enough to give consent But only give it to those for whom it’s meant Will cum on cue if you find my spot Can name any song you ever forgot Radiohead, Uptown bread Almost lost my head When I moved down here Contact-wearing so my vision’s unclear Don’t mind falling or I’ll never learn how to get up But can catch myself slipping, and use a pick-me-up Used to be poor, but didn’t even know it Don’t know how my mom didn’t even show it Love to walk on untraveled roads Accustomed to carrying a heavy load Not broad shouldered, but can be your support Not a loser, but definitely a good sport Write much better than I can speak Not afraid to admit when I’m weak A hopeless romantic and a daydreamer Very intelligent, but not a schemer Like to listen, love to laugh Dedicated to perfecting my craft Determined to make it despite what people say Refuse (if you’re worth it) to let you slip away Just like love, I’m patient and kind But sometimes indecisive and like to change my mind Sometimes I’m random, but I can make good conversation A wishful thinker destined to live in a world of vacations When I sleep I like to curl up like a cat And nothing feels better than you wrapped around my back I think they call it spooning, but to me it feels like bowl Something to fill you up and make you feel whole I choose pens over pencils, cuz in life you can’t erase your mistakes Not pessimistic, but I always seem to get tough breaks So I don’t believe in luck; everything happens for a reason Maybe it’s not my time; it’s not yet my season I do believe in God, and no I won’t push my faith on you But will introduce you, if you allow me to I am full of life, but not of bull I’ll give you a push, but I won’t pull I’m quick to listen, slow to talk Won’t say I’ll do it if I know I can’t walk the walk I won’t ask questions if I can’t handle the truth I don’t listen to rumors if I don’t have proof Fuck gossip. I learned that back in junior high On average 89.4% of what you hear is a lie I always look for the light in a situation I feel like every day I wake up is worth a celebration I’ve learned that my word really is my bond now. I’ve never reneged on one single vow When it comes to men, I don’t have a “type” When it comes to my thoughts, they’re not controlled by the hype I’m a sophomore in college paying for knowledge A hug-giving, life-living, fun-loving, 19 almost 20 yr. old Who knows how to break the mold, Cut a rug, catch a lightening bug, Cook, clean, in the lines read between Daredevil, action-seeking Window-peaking, late night bed-squeaking Give you my all, don’t really know how But love to play ball, or any sport for that matter Wasn’t given a spoon on a silver platter Down to earth, observant since birth Skittle poppin’, Dance non-stopping Reese’s peanut butter cup inhaling, Chex mix trailing Mind over matter, Heart over head thinking Can be the opposite but sometimes shy Not conceited but think I’m kind of fly Building confidence, have both book and common sense Maybe a freak, but you won’t know unless I let you Have a hard time opening up But once I do I swear you could never get enough Not an alcoholic, but like to have fun Breaks every single “rule of thumb” Not a cat, but like the chase Say anything about you to your face Listener of the quiet storm Does things outside the norm Beautiful on the inside and you can judge the out Try not to get into anything I can’t get myself out Nine fruits of the spirit possessing Don’t have time for self second guessing Half Black, Half everything else that mixed to create my complexion Sometimes scared of rejection, Yearn for protection Can’t help but want to show affection Choose peace &happiness over a Mercedes Used to be girl, but now call myself Lady.