Delicate poems, flattery in times, the process of forever, devour my soul, the center of my inner-world. Flexible and strengthen in smiles. My love for you, no longer a spectre eyes, imagining ourselves, enticing the romance of poetry, into our breathing actions. Tending to our hearts.
In the yonder future, vast terrains of blank and nothing. Where we’ll absolutely nothing else to do, beside creating love in eternity. And time itself, everything that a memory is. Holy beauty shall know us. Marble statues and songs by tenors, other poems, homage only, echoing around as a famous shadow in any world we leave behind. In truth be told, only each we have only to truly find.
Temper never. Tempt me now lover. I will cave in and be enslaved by volunteer joy. I’m not burnt out. But will become of what you make of me. As now, you conquered immortality. Turning into illumination in the silhouette.
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“And in that moment she was star struck. She looked with ocean eyes to a man with a crystal heart. She knew she could never have this man, for the stars did not align. Shooting stars tingle in the hearts of these lovers, yet meteorites crash inside of their brains.”
-Candice

© 2018

Love is:
Mr Fishes going all the way/down
to the lonely concerto.
Love is:
Mr Fishes slummbering the dream
of mad desire for the moon.
Love is:
Cold coffe on a warm chat room.
love is Mr Fishes naked
rolling the blunt
of my
wish.

I am beautiful. I do not understand how you could say that I am not. Beauty is not only a look but a feeling. I find beauty in many things. Like the sunset and sunrise, the bud of a flower not yet in bloom, the way a girl's hair falls in the wrong place but she does not care. I am beautiful. My mismatched socks and my baggy sweatshirts make me beautiful. The way that i laugh aloud at things that aren't even funny, I am beautiful. So who are you to tell me that I am not? Who are you to tell me that I do not have the perfect body so I am ugly, or that I am not popular so I am incompetent or irrelevant? I am beautiful.