Why are you so
wonderful, I wonder?
You'd be there,
flying out of your
four-wheel drive
suavely, that classic
black Givenchy backpack
forever attached
to your either
shoulders. I'd love
the way sunshine
would glow on the
crown of your fluffed
coffee hair to
accentuate some
sort of halo,
though you're no angel
and everyone
knows that. Time would
be guiding you
towards the path
of your dreams,
and I'd be left
gawking at how smooth
your destiny comes.
One day, I'd give
my entire everything
for you to
rub off some of your
cool to me so
that I'll be able
to grow as radiant as
you; or maybe even become
a part of you.