The literature I see in you is prize winning.
I don't know how or why,
or what or when.
but the sky you see is make believe.
You leave me with oceans in my palms
and daylight in my veins.
Somehow I remain sane.
Your eyes, reflections of the daylight you put in mine.
your heart like a sunset I wish I could rewind,
and when the stars burn out and
the suns returns to stay,
timeless, as we go our ways.
But soon the stars will be our stories,
and daylight is something we get to share
and discuss over coffee and laughter.
And until then I appreciate the dawn and the dew,
but not as much,
as I appreciate you.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
The literature I see in you is prize winning.
I don't know how or why,
or what or when.
but the sky you see is make believe.
You leave me with oceans in my palms
and daylight in my veins.
Somehow I remain sane.
Your eyes, reflections of the daylight you put in mine.
your heart like a sunset I wish I could rewind,
and when the stars burn out and
the suns returns to stay,
timeless, as we go our ways.
But soon the stars will be our stories,
and daylight is something we get to share
and discuss over coffee and laughter.
And until then I appreciate the dawn and the dew,
but not as much,
as I appreciate you.