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Jul 14 · 184
her gaze
grace Jul 14
the way she gazes,
eyes on me, like i'm her prize
im hers forever.
or should I say, Gayzes ;-) I love my girlfriend. she's a wonderful woman and more than I ever deserve.
Jul 14 · 35
her walk
grace Jul 14
forgive my constant talk
of the way I watch her walk
each step filled with love
she's all I can write about.
grace Jul 5
forgive me for the tears
i've counted every year
i've missed her kisses
a haiku about missin her. again. I miss her a lot okay?
Jul 3 · 29
missing her
grace Jul 3
she lights me up like the summer sun
making my face red and my skin sweat

like warm strawberries, and hands finding new places to hold

i wont stop searching every room for your face until your smile is what I find everytime.

until you're grabbing my hands and pulling me into your arms

lovers finally united.
can you tell I miss her?
Jul 3 · 708
grace Jul 3
i never thought that
longing could break apart ribs
but now my heart knows
a haiku about missing her
Feb 2019 · 759
grace Feb 2019
i feel like i'm full of soft summer songs

mixed all together like balloons in the wind

swimming pools full of flowers and bumblebees

thunderstorm dances and lighting flashes

midnight giggles and beach day hand holds

jellyfish, falling stars

its freezing outside but in this moment im summer night, campfire light, firefly kisses, warm.
Jan 2019 · 161
grace Jan 2019
the snow covers everything
ice cold
snowflakes fall on my tongue
they cover my hair
a gentle crown
snowflakes on my skin
freezing blue
on my back on the ground
staring into the night sky
frozen fingers curling into the snow
iced eyelashes
Sep 2018 · 3.9k
stormy waters
grace Sep 2018
i can hear it in the way your voice sounds.

the way you laugh,

the way i can see your smile through the speakers knowing that big heart carries worries and hardships that i will never know.

like quiet refrigerator humming, i can feel the pit of your stomach in mine.

i can see the way the ivy of the ocean spills and rushes around your neck the climbing waters rooting into you.

after the quiet days you will give me a meter and i can feel my heart start running miles, reaching for you,

trying to figure out some way to pick up all of this broken glass so you won’t get cut on the sharp edges.

i’m trying to save this sand that is spilling from my chest into my overflowing hands, so we can build a home together.

trying to bail the water out of the hull of your ship so the salt won’t touch your lips,


the ocean is deep and wide and so, so much blue but it isn’t enough to even try
and keep me from you.
i will swim out until im so tired im gasping,

so i can carry you out of the deep, brush the jellyfish from your hair, and whisper to the starfish that have found home in your eyes til they slide away back to their tidepools.

i will kiss the salt away and smother you in fresh water and warm hands to hold.

i know you are sailing in rough waters, the waves beat against my door and it makes me sea sick knowing you’re so far out.

i will turn on the lighthouse and stretch my arms as far as they will go, reaching to pull you back safely to the shoreline,

reaching to bring you home.

Dec 2017 · 30.8k
grace Dec 2017
you* *should sleep.

i can't. are you   tired?

no, i wanna talk to you.

sunlight streaming through windows,
       soft skin,
             a dream with warm brown eyes,
a sleepy snowfall of kisses and snowflakes stuck to eyelashes,
   honey spilling over the floor,
              love spilling through lips,
sleep stuck under fingernails and pulling mouths into long drawn out yawns,
              the night leaving its soft bruises under eyes,
hearts beating slow as the sun creeps its way up through the sky,
              time dripping like molasses



i love you

*i  love you too
Sep 2017 · 8.4k
wild youth
grace Sep 2017
we are the wild youth.

with lungs full of ocean water and ribs stained red with sunsets and roses

we have lilacs and honey dripping from our frozen fingertips

with watermelon smiles and candle wax eyes, we pull at our star dusted skin

and howl to the moon.

and with heads full of midnight and our veins swimming in twilight,

we dream our big dreams and pull down the stars, begging for our wishes to

come true
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