T.M. (Tomorrow Morning) #Poem

Our first kiss told me your lips would be last pair I kiss for the rest of my life.

Causing rules to be shattered and families created.

I was never really big on religion but if god's really sending angels did you take a train, bus, or just rent a toyota to reach me?

I never played the game but your sweetness towards me has caused a candy crush and you are a level I hope to stay stuck on for eternity.

You're so amazing in my eye sight that you fog up my glasses from your fashion and break them with your beauty causing blindness to occur.

Provoking me to use my other senses. 

Like hearing your vocals play soft humming bird hymns sweet like the nectar they sip while you fix us dinner.

I never fell in love with music notes until you released them into the atmosphere to dance.

Smelling like success and bath and body work products.

Not quite sure what kind but I know it's never grape.

You should invest in that fragrance.

I like grapes...

I'll keep asking for grapes until it becomes old enough that you get sick of me wine.

Get it?

Caressing your rose petal skin texture sprung off the fact it matches the relaxion of your lips.

Like an army of marshmellows.

And I don't even like marshellows.

But for thoes marshmellow-ed  hershey kisses, don't tell your grahams but I want some more of them smores you give me.

I know you tell her everything but some deserts are just sweeter as a secret.

There's no salary needed to spend time with you and I love that since I pay rent.

And if we're employed to be friends it's possible to be promoted to husband and wife.

Counting down until pay day...

I like cashing the checks of our quality time.

If I could take out a loan from our future your finger would already be dragging on the ground from your wedding ring.

But until then I'll just let my patience make payments.

And help you look for the perfect suit to fit your supermom personality in.

You would look cute in a cape...

Constantly teaching me without even knowing it I would definitely be your teacher's pet in your south side academy.

I would just replace the apple with grapes on your desk.

I still like grapes...

I still like you...

And I still like the way you miss the good parts when you fall asleep in the movie theaters.

I just assume you're dreaming about me.

The same way I dream about you.

Hoping to wake up with my arms wrapped around you.

Tomorrow morning...

-Ricky "Randum" Maeweather