Imprimir Kinda, sorta, like her. by Aa Harvey

Kinda, Sorta, Like Her.

She’s an artist you see?

That’s why I kinda sorta like her.

Maybe she’s like me.

Maybe this is going nowhere.

If I discovered a little more about the things she likes to paint,

Maybe we could be a creation in the making.

She doesn’t seem like the type that would have the time,

To be happy at home in the kitchen baking.

She’d rather dive into a picture she finds stuck inside her mind.

She’s kinda sorta beautiful and she gives me her eyes.

I am surely unworthy,

But she smiles right at me.

Truly the truth is I’m too old for her,

But let me have a little dream,

Before the page is burned.

I need a true muse to amuse with little kitties.

I hope she likes kittens,

Because I don’t want a dog, or a bird, or a frog;

But our little family could start with a couple of kitties.

I’m too old to be a donor,

But if I meet someone pretty,

Maybe,

Somehow,

I could kinda sorta love her.

And who knows...

Maybe one day she could kinda sorta love me too.