i've been told you're the
company you keep, and
with that being said,
i'm glad i've been keeping yours.

the more i get to know you,
the more i feel like there
are layers to you
that are soft,
and gentle,
and worth discovering.

i'm full of shadows.
the circles around my eyes
are stamps
of the love i left
behind, but somehow,
you make me feel like light
like a lunar glow
like someone.

there's something special
about you, and
i can see it in the contagion
that's your smile.
the way you say something
and i want to join in.

you're one of the few
people i don't mind
having to look up at.

when i'm with you
i don't mind feeling small.
because it does not
equate
with feeling insignificant.

no, around you i feel safe
you say my name and i feel
important. there's a little light
swallowing my shadows
and it exists because of you.

this life is a slippery *****
of mistakes and fears,
and i don't own much.

you make me
forget
i've ever wanted
to share with anyone
else.

because for the first time
in ages
i feel
like someone.

his words always brightened my day and made
me smile

they were freshly printed ideas as much
as they were love lines,
like laughter lines
but on the inside of your chest
beat- beat- beating.

they folded themselves into my heart
and made me feel like i was
in love.

every word crafted beautifully in the blanket
that were his poems.

when i lay my head to rest
and tried my best to sleep
it was only
when remembering his words,
that i could fall asleep.

smiling.
dreaming.
loving.

living in the gutter,
but we're longing for the stars
to make life a little brighter.
we can't forget.
there's something pretty
in the eyes of the ones we used
to love.
diamonds, ice, and we can't forget about those sparkling stars, baby.

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don't forget you're out
in the open;
you can't just love like this.
there are certain things
you just can't deny
and the stars in your eyes
prove that you're
in love.
warm, pink roses hang from your cheeks like crackling ornaments.

/

i can feel your dreams.
flickering eyelids, your heart
ticking like a time-bomb.
like a clock even after time's run out
and all you can
really feel inside
is too much emotion too
much love.
you might just have an explosion in your chest - a supernova.

No doubt when i say i love you,
but it's hard to say;
meeting you is unfortunate or fortunate occurrence?

Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my belovèd as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
“Fair, kind, and true” is all my argument,
“Fair, kind, and true” varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
    Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.
    Which three till now never kept seat in one.