Speaking Poetry

the night air is cold,
but we don't notice a thing.
We are speaking poetry,
and to some one else there is no meaning.

But as long as these words can trickle down my mouth,
and play across my tongue,
I hope that I can remember,
these lyrics that were never sung.

The night is cold,
but the words aint dead yet.
Our minds buzzing,
with the words that haven't yet been said.

Just the two of us speaking poetry,
lost in our own little world.
Just the two of us lost in spoken lyrics,
Wanting nothing more than this.

Getting lost amongst the world,
wrapped up in our own little words.
Whispering secrets that we will forever keep,
and falling in love as we speak.

Maybe I am crazy,
But at least things are making sense.
For once in my whole life,
I am talking poetry.
And it sounds so sweet.

I can't help what I do or say,
cause you just brighten up my day.
Your smile brightens up the darkness,
and your eyes tell an untold tale.

And we sit side by side,
enjoying each other's company,
we cant help,
but speak in poetry.