Thursday, January 9, 2014

I Wuv Woo and Other Verses

I Wuv Woo and Other Verses

By
Nathan Caleb Camerer



Verse I
I wuv woo
We make faces at the Moon
God watches lovingly with a telescope
Who cares who sees what tonight
Our happiness explodes from our nest
Seeping into the trees
Load the hookah with the days of our lives
Inhale the future and exhale the past
It will be this way forever,
But only if we let it
Verse II
There is a mountain high enough
You call it “My Love”
The sides are steep
Littered with the detritus of others
Some placed on pedestals higher than mine
Blocking each path I choose to the summit
My lack of rock climbing experience is hindering me
The way your ass looks in a rock climbing harness,
That keeps me pushing onwards and upwards
Wishing for wings,
But I hate Redbull unless it has Jagermeister in it
Then this rolling stone gathers moss on its memories
Either way, I’m doomed to a long fall
Watching you wave goodbye the whole way down
Verse III
Hotel or motel,
I never could tell the difference
I know it wasn’t a Holiday Inn
You, me and a couple of your friends
Only one enjoyed the detour through the desert
We still made it to our date on time
Minds blown by the blood on the stage
I love you so much until death do us part
Everyone just laughed at me for playing fetch
Photographic trickery had us walking on water,
But I’m not Jesus and your prayers are answered
They’re answered in the order they are received
If only he wouldn’t have stopped answering my calls long ago
If only I had a Golden Phone like yours
If only I was one of your answered prayers
Verse IV
True romance this isn’t
A blonde with big tits and an ass that tastes like French Vanilla ice cream,
That’s not you
You’re not ‘Bama,
But I’ve been there and you should avoid Dothan
Lincoln, NE ain’t worth shit either
It wasn’t the highways and byways of Tallahassee, FL that brought me to you,
But I’ve seen them on my travels
Circles call it “Destiny”
Squares call it “Coincidence”
I call it a “Happy Accident”
Give it a name, but it doesn’t matter what you call it
I’m here and you’re there
That’s living separate lives
The world keeps turning though
Even though I have tried to make it stop
Maybe I’ll go for another trip around this country
See what I haven’t seen yet
Maybe I’ll see you there
Verse V
I’m not the late, great Billy Shakes,
But I think you’d like me more if I was
I feel like him when we talk
Your words are like a drug
Intoxicating
Educating
Illuminating
Every conversation flows like prose
Inspiring me to try harder
Try and make you feel your own greatness
It engulfs me
Makes me feel small
I want you to smile more
I want to be part of why that happens
Help me write that story
Let’s write our own sonnet
The likes of which the world has never known

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