your hands are made of rain.
they are made of
ice
and
clouds
and
sunshine.
your spine is
the bend of a
meandering river.
i can trace the mountains
of your shoulders.
your hair,
the leaves on the trees.
your soul
lies in the dirt beneath my feet
and in the blueness of the sky.
but your eyes
are coal
supplying the
brightest
fire.
they could burn the whole place down.
they wouldn't even have to try.
you could burn it all down.
you want to burn it all down.
don't burn it down.
there's so much of you left to explore,
so much magic
that even you haven't seen.
don't burn it down.
i can see the magic
in the river stones
of your smile.
don't burn it down.
we have enough lies
and travesties of promises.
be the one beauty left
in this vile world.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:01 AM UTC
your hands are made of rain.
they are made of
ice
and
clouds
and
sunshine.
your spine is
the bend of a
meandering river.
i can trace the mountains
of your shoulders.
your hair,
the leaves on the trees.
your soul
lies in the dirt beneath my feet
and in the blueness of the sky.
but your eyes
are coal
supplying the
brightest
fire.
they could burn the whole place down.
they wouldn't even have to try.
you could burn it all down.
you want to burn it all down.
don't burn it down.
there's so much of you left to explore,
so much magic
that even you haven't seen.
don't burn it down.
i can see the magic
in the river stones
of your smile.
don't burn it down.
we have enough lies
and travesties of promises.
be the one beauty left
in this vile world.
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