I have loved you
From the moment our eyes
Met across the crowded street
On that scorching summer day

And though summer
Soon came to a bitter end
I have loved you through
Every season ever since

And I guess I always will

if i were to close my eyes
take away the pain
i could fly
like a bird
not a plane
id reach the moon
the stars
the sky
i close my eyes
and i can fly

Thursday's child has far to go.
a child borne
of beauty and grace
so much more
a pretty face
her mind usually still
calm
is wild
racing
she fights
not only to survive
to live
to love
for her right
to be a human

Thursday's child has a voice
Thursday's child made a choice
to many a persons dismay
Thursday's child decides
to stay

Thursday's child
not full of woe
unfortunately
still far to go

At the edges of horizon
where sky meets sea-
they lift their golden faces
to the waiting wind
they spin, laugh
and wish upon stars
overcome with longing to 𝒃𝒆.

Lost stars in twilight air
weightless prayers
with nowhere to rest,
sweeping into currents
unseen, unknown,
and settling into worlds
far from here.

Third time’s the charm
but it’s been five..
seven..
fifteen..
I’ve lost count.
I think this one’s deep enough
I think this one comes close
to rivaling every wretched thing
I did today.
For all the discourse about it,
they always neglect
to mention the raw
beauty of it.

The scarlet beads and
uneven armlets
curling around edges
of untamed flesh
grotesque on the outside,
uglier on the inside,
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲
it’ll be deep enough.