I’ll write you a story; a good story.
I’ll throw in similes; as sweet as honey, a dark as night, as proud as a peacock and watch you become as gentle as a lamb.
I’ll paint your days dark and color your nights yellow.
I’ll write you a story, yeah, you bet I will. When you hold your phone closer to your face in the matatu, or scroll down your computer screen…you’ll know that it is about you.
Your laugh, smile…how you cross your arms above your chest, how you look at me when I am not looking at you. How you have been trying to decipher me.
I’ll write you not one, but two stories and watch you shed your worries. Is this real? Are you for real? What are your plans?
I’ll write you a story, because I’d rather write than utter,
For I fear I might falter and stutter,
But…but…but, here’s the deal, I’ll write and you’ll read.
You’ll read and these words would sink in,
You’ll read and these words will get you thinking that maybe, just maybe I’m talking to you.
You’ll read and a part of me will be shaken, shaken like a salt shaker,ready for some seasoning.