Ckirshed
I met this girl the other day, her name is Devi, Devi Kirsch
Maybe someday I'll acquire the words to describe her very verb
She's the monumental kind of person whose mind will always stir
She is the version of herself that will bestow a learning curve
I cascade down her curvaceous persuasiveness, I'm only sure
She can be the one behind the lens of that which is observant
I'd be a servant to obscurity if she could hide beneath the current
Yet she floats with ease and easily reassures my reasons to flirt
I flirt with life and I flirt with death, I flirt with every reason I have to earn my flesh
I was tied to my own mind until the day we introduced ourselves
Selfish as it seemed we decided to drop the drink and go to grab a bite to eat
She could floss her teeth with my heart strings and still, I'd dream
Every time I'd fall asleep I'd have a picture of her next to every reason
I'd follow those and these throughout the summer and exploit my every evening
As it was she found me first and grabbed my throbbing heart to please me
I couldn't think, but I can now, my emotional switch was flipped up
The lights inside my mind turned onto bright, I didn't flinch, but
I saw the brightest pieces of the details I'd always missed
I was the luckiest person I'd ever met with our very first kiss
She took me in and I took her out, she looked me up, could turn that switch
Down I crept, I creep the day-to-day waiting for her to finally slip
But she's too smart to give, she made me work for this, I’m lifted
Had to reassess my validation in this existence
She could have put me up for sale, could've granted my every wish
Instead, she pressed all the buttons, had to slide into that gravitational lift
I could never fall because I'm too smart for most, I could never fall again
It would be giving up my post, I've been telling just a couple friends
That I would only fall if she was anything but most people
I premeditated the angle she took and altered, made me feeble
I could never fall because I've fallen (oh) way too fast
I could never tear away from staring at my own past
But I fell for her, only a couple months have passed
And passed me up
Only discovered this when I asked myself who I was looking at
My blood coagulates, fade to black
Open scene, just travels back with me, look up and laugh
Talked about things that we wished we could've had
Talked about some stuff that we were glad to grab ahold of
In fact, we weren't surprised to grasp the atmosphere of adaptation
Learned a lot of things that added to the souls we rode
Became creations of the people we had started, took control
She's like math problems for the imagination, stationed as my pre-set
She's the vigor that starts my day before caffeine, nicotine, or the weekend
She's the password to my phone as soon as I can afford a payment
She's the answering party alone when I'm not there, I love to call
She's like adventure was a person - like a sunset was a feeling (awe)
She's like the best of every thought, a fruit you have to peel and draw
Things are just better when she's like the things that I am seeing so far
I'm such a creep and she's the only creep I wish to be with (just because)
Seeking out the levity of feathers in the wind, I believe I caught it
Sipping from the cups half-filled should fill me up, I’m left astonished
Crippled by a love that feeds on sentiment and being and righteous
‘Cause that's irreplaceable at worst, at best tomorrow nears dusks law
To be left to our own devices, just yawn when star-light starts to come
Project our silky comfort on the days that yet to sum their flaws
And just breathe away as we carry on
Deep as we can, with plausibility on our tongues
She's like, she's like, she's like-
Repetition of the song you can't hear enough, and yet you try
It's not enough to just to try again, she's my favorite reprise
A song bird who's invited me to come along and fly
She's not like anything akin to my mind
She's like the first sight in a long time
A blind man stricken with such, I'm just fine for the first time
Making guesses at the tangibility of sunlight
She's like
So many things, yet nothing
She's like
My best and worst impression of the sky above me
She's like
A beacon of hope for the people I wish to move, see
She's like disaster met the solution of its own impending doom
She's like
This and that and something else, I'm caught up in my swoon
She's like
The traversability of reality and exempt from all the rules
She's like
The heat of every summer in one, yet remains so very cool
She's like
The missing link to all those acting with autonomy as fools
She's like
The first sign of life when I wake up and see the moon
She's like
The solstice of my favorite day in winter, wearing wool
She's like that which is me wanting to be a little more you
She is that which is me bearing little but my shoes
She's like the mile walked, as we discover finite truth
She's like that day we shook our hands, deciding love was for us too
She’s like the words I haven’t yet to give as proof
I met this girl, her name shouldn't even matter
Provides a silver platter ordained with after-effects
My brain matter has been scattered all across the universe
Static blast nets remain reactionless, she's like
Flattered, I guess, but I haven't even touched on this
Master of mistresses lacking distress, she's
Unimpressed and relentless, don't have time to digress
Gathered all my pointlessness and sharpened my awareness
She's part of my empty stares, I picture her
Perfect hair, perfect dress, perfect birthday suit
Yet to see her perfect glare, perfect temper
Perfection leaves few clues
She's like
