Burlington, Vermont "Write to write. Write to settle the rage within you. Write with an internal purpose. Write about something or someone that means so much to you, that you don't care what others think." -Nick Miller
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You’re eyes were like sea glass Luminous blue and green And the stars danced As the wind tickled our backs You held my hand when I asked And it felt like We were constellations
My heart kept expanding Beneath my chest It could’ve been the drugs Inhabiting my bloodstream But I’d like to think It was the way your hands Felt, brushing my skin
Acid trips With Alice Always lead me To Lucy With her diamonds Not just a girls best friend But mine When crystal roars Its ugly head, I forget The sly panther she was In the beginning
Tonight, on the roof You told me about The cones behind your irises And how they turned Your greens to grays. And I almost told you That I knew exactly what that felt like.
What if we had met In Florence, say five centuries ago Would you have let Me be your Leonardo ? You gentle face I would have framed In the back, a sfumato of Tuscany You, I would have named My Mona Lisa, smiling to eternity.