I don't have anything to pray for
God you are making me speechless more
Today,  the waves of regret is missing on shore
I'm happy, nothing's there to abhor
Life is so so so beautifully decor
I am feeling like mermaid ,I adore

I don't have anything to pray for,
You have provide me everything before,
My friends are there outside the door
Playing and cracking jokes , no sore
My family is the bestest gift you gave for
I'm excelling that's a good conquer

I don't have anything to pray for
When hope was missing and sadness uproar
You bought the sun of glory and therefore
I accept failures as my friends, better then before
I don't know how to thank you god
I think this is the gift of the kindness that I showed

fullest bookshelves you will ever see
soft hazel eyes hiding behind stiff blue frames
loads of pillows and fuzzy warm blankets
reading poetry in secret nooks and crannies
curly all-over-the-place cascading brown locks
dancing in the early springtime drizzles
movies with huge tubs of butter-drenched popcorn
laying in the lush grass, fingers stretching for the clouds
pens tucked behind ears, in coat sleeves, and on window sills
raspy, off-key, unabashed shower singing
friday night new netflix show marathon
awkward attempts at kind-of-sort-of flirting
secret stash of every single type of chocolate
complete list of the world's cheesiest pickup lines
bottom lip biting in intense concentration
well-worn copies of shakespeare's best plays
mindlessly wandering streets for hours on end
love songs, romantic surprises, that one perfect sonnet

good god, good girl

i love how brave you are,
for loving others even when
you were the one who needed it most.
the room lights up
wherever you walk,
like you are made of the sun.
3 a.m. calls are the best;
they are the ones
that spark a fire in your soul
and fuel the passion in your eyes.
you made a home in my heart
and a garden in my lungs,
and the flowers you planted in me
filled me with curiosity.
the day we met,
i fell in love with your mind
and then your lips.
your fingers are so gentle
when they dance across
my skin.
your words give me life
like i’m drowning
and i need air.
you are art;
carefully created with
the things you hate the most
about yourself,
but those things are my favourite.

not who you thought I was he
not him and her she was but anything I had dreamed
it was but a dream
an uneducated scientifically wild *** guess
that supposition
that predisposition
to make my mind think rationally
put it in the box file it away
categorically
make it seem
like everyday
when it was not Tuesday or
the day I had thought
it was leap day
I leapt to a conclusion
about it her him and
paid nary a **** bit of
thought to the
consequences
or how I might feel were
the supposition on
the other way
suppose I put
my two feet in a boot
you walk in
I consider
the other hand left right uncovered
a slap on

What makes great truth seem so profound is,
great truths are often so simple as to be over looked for all other possibilities.