Darling,
That smile
Is supernatural.
You
      Can
             Lure
                  Men
                To
        Their

Deaths

With a single look

You remind me of Chai tea.

You're warm, and sweet, and you make me want to curl up with you on a rainy day, tangled in bedsheets and watching the rain pitter patter on the window, in my pajamas and my hair piled up atop my head, listening to soft music that speak of lazy love and croon of kisses.

You make me think of tan sweaters and unrecognizable spices, alluding to all the mystery I don't know and want to know, devouring you like I would a good book on a crisp autumn day. You make me want to take a road trip to a forest where the fog comes meandering in, and I sit in the backseat, talking about life-to me, to you, or my non-metaphorical, quite literal, tea.

You make me want to slow down, and sit in a coffee shop and work on a book, or admire the chipped mug that you came in.

You remind me of Chai tea, and all that we could be.

The butterflies in my stomach.
Jumping around and dancing is not enough.
The world is shining a little brighter.
My chest feels a little tighter.
This feeling! !..
      Can't contain it inside.
Eyes burning with joy this time.
The pearls flowing out of our eyes.
Don't wanna touch, ,
         What if I'm dreaming like every other time.
Then you hold me in your arms.
        I'm nothing but a piece of you,
That you left behind.
      Oh baby!!! Welcome home.
You are my every prize.

Beautiful girl
Let your hair down
Spread your wings and fly over this old town
Beautiful girl
Sing with your highest voice
Cause believe me, no one has a choice
Beautiful girl
Wear your biggest smile
Even if it was for a little while
Beautiful girl
Cover your hands with color and paint your walls
And let your beautiful mind spread all over the halls
Beautiful girl
Don't forget the taste of sweetness
Of the ones you left breathless
Beautiful girl
Raise your head up high
Because sooner or later you will learn how to fly.

There's a gypsy in my blood,
that wants to run the road -
and I must travel to the spot,
to where my heart's been sold.

Give me, the open spaces,
let me wander in the night -
let me hike the distant hill,
then my heart will be all right.

I've a need to roam the land,
for the  places I still seek -
to hear the wild goose cries,
to view the snow-capped peak.

Guide my feet to somewhere,
absent traffic and no talk -
just the hush of quiet forest,
under leaves where I do walk.

There's a gypsy in my blood,
to be a carefree vagabond -
taking solace in a journey,
to the vast and far beyond.

Your eyes can say one thousand words.
A picture
of the galaxies,
framed by your long lashes
which have the strength to latch onto me

Your eyes can say one thousand words
But you have not yet given me
the map
the legend
the dictionary
or the puzzle's key.

If you were
to undress
the light
in my eyes
you would
find your
soul-
swimming through
chimes
into
my
bones.