your eyes remind me
of a toy i used to play
i don't miss it
but i remember it
deep by the blue ocean
covered with the sand
sitting with the rest
of the lost treasures
it seems as if yesterday
was the golden hour
of my time on earth
for you were there
as i try to memorize
the maps on your back
the concave of your mouth
the painting of your body
leave me with the statue
the resemblance of you
for my heart feels safer
when i'm with you
the head might be mad
with your hand i must
fill the different cracks
with your everlasting love
-j.a.t.f (08.13.17)
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
your eyes remind me
of a toy i used to play
i don't miss it
but i remember it
deep by the blue ocean
covered with the sand
sitting with the rest
of the lost treasures
it seems as if yesterday
was the golden hour
of my time on earth
for you were there
as i try to memorize
the maps on your back
the concave of your mouth
the painting of your body
leave me with the statue
the resemblance of you
for my heart feels safer
when i'm with you
the head might be mad
with your hand i must
fill the different cracks
with your everlasting love
-j.a.t.f (08.13.17)
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