The Girl Next Door

"made to bring her to illumination."

I am in love with the girl next door,
With light brown hair and eyes like the sunflowers,
Curls,
And a hair clip and scent for every event.

With Converse and vans and dreams tall like towers.
Twirls,
Whirls and swirls of confusion, all heaven-sent.

Her glasses fogged over, clouded by tears and
Fears,
Wrestling behind uncertainty—beauty.


I am in love with the girl next door,
Who loves the sea but would rather stay on land.
Hears,
It appears, the sound of the waves and the sea.

A girl who loves to learn more than she is taught,
Laughs,
And couldn’t imagine a world without God.

Who runs through life as if she’ll never be caught,
Perhaps,
pursuing a journey that’s a little odd.


I am in love with the girl next door,
Who sometimes has trouble getting out of bed,
Fusses,
And loses her wallet in the space between seats.

Who often can’t get the song out of her head,
Blushes,
But can’t move her body to rhythm and beats.

Who just can’t let go when he says his goodbyes,
Cries,
And can’t get his name out the back of her mind.


I am in love with the girl next door,
Who wishes she could swim in the full, vast skies,
Lies,
And with everything in her—tries to be kind.

And I wish, from the depths of my soul, to tell,
Express,
Just how much she means to a “nothing” like me.

She is real and feels more than someone like me,
Impressed?
I can love her so much? Though I’m nothing more,


Than a vision by the girl next door,
Just a figment of the imagination,
Dreams,
Of the girl who lives on the corner of ‘lone.

I’m made to bring her to illumination,
Beams,
Of the minds and thoughts of more and less than none.