The Blueprint

We are not together,
Never was and possibly never will be,
But who knows we'll see,
I'm holding on to the possibility of maybe,

But only God knows,
In her smile God shows,
Out her mouth God breathes,
And in her eyes she shows me how God see's,

Hair like the sun of God,
Skin tone like his too,
Worth more than the title of "boo",
But currently holds the name "friend" better than any other female,

And speaking of any other female,
I compare every other female to her,
She's the blueprint,
God's architectual team blessed me with these papers to mold someone just like you,
Except 3 ex-girlfriends later these blueprints have fallen short of success,

Actually to be honest with you,
While spending all this time finding someone like you,
I wish I used it to build the strength to tell you that: "I love you & all I really want is you",

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
Tree's in rain forests everywhere long to be chopped down,
And turned into the number 2 pencils used to draw out something almost as perfect as you,

I say almost because I like a girl with flaws,
It let's me know she's human,
Just like me,
Although at times I feel that we,
Are in tuned together on a different planet,
Because we make it a habbit, to stand out.

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
I wish these other broads could figure out,
How to be just like you,
They've came close but at the end of the day they're just not you,

And its just not cool,
That I can go to kinkos and copy a news paper article,
But I can't take you and duplicate another chronicle, for me to enjoy,

This way I can have you as a friend,
As well as you as a lover,
So if shit goes wrong with one I still have the other,
And I know it sounds selfish but its a win-win situation for me,
I want you both because I'm stubborn,

I would hang out with you throughout the day, go shopping with you so you can help me pick something out real nice for another girl,
But in reality the other girl is you,

My blueprint, my rough draft, my model,
So perfectly sketched out,
I can't help but think out loud when your around,
So when you hear me mumble "I love you" & "all I want is you" just know I didn't studdar,
Thoughts of you got my mind cluttered I can't even hold them all in,
So I don't,

So why not cut the bullshit,
Make this poem irrelevant,
And start over,
Okay so here I go...
"I love you" & "all I want is you. The end."