I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

London - Oxford
City Road - Broad street
Mail Centre - Inbox
Beginning - Waiting
Star - Crossed
Alternate - Universe
Crush - Class
Artwork - Gallery
Elevator - Replay
Yours - Daydream
Scarlet - Red
Speechless - Breath
Cool - Across
Extremely - Intelligent
Miraculously - Boy
Awkwardness - Freckles
Kinda - Like
Corner - Paris
Un - Usual
Et - Hereal
u - r
- Fall in love of all about you

-Codelandandmore // 19:59  ©

Cheeks ablaze
Set on fire
Burning inside
Feelings rise higher

The sprinkled moondust
hovering above the wisps of clouds,
veil the puzzle pieces
as they linger
in the pools of wisdom
left behind by the sages,
where the thinkers have bathed
and left their sorrows,
to come out immaculate;
leaving a legacy
for the new intellectuals to put together.