Oh, my love
your eyes are not "plain blue"
they are the ocean waves on a cloudless day
outlined by the zaffre atmosphere
a field of bluebonnets speckled with green leaves
like the world floating in space
oh, my love
your eyes are not "just brown"
they are the earth after it rains
dense and brimming with life
they are dark chocolate cake drizzled with honey
they are espresso stained pages you brought home
from the coffee shop you frequent
oh, my love
your eyes are not "simply green"
they are spring's first bud
they are foot deep in a lake
they are a northwestern forest
as emerald as your mother's ring
oh, my love
you are so much more
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 12:25 AM UTC
you use to be my sun
I use to be your Earth
now we are nothing but two moons
orbiting around different planets
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
"Talk to me
in poetry"
he said,
so I whispered
nothingness
through the quiet cold air
breathless
for he was my silent prayer
and I
just a pattern
in the chaos
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
freckles
that look like constellations
eyes
the color of a sea green ocean
bones
that sprout wildflowers between them
but a mind
that is torn apart
identical
to her heart
and she does not
cannot
will not
understand
that after the storm
she'll connect the stars
she'll see the crashing waves
she'll feel the fields of flowers
and
she
will
be
whole
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC