You could be an antidote,
a place to hide during the summer solstice,
a pair of closed eyelids during nightmares,
you could be the sweater I wore last Christmas,
a frozen hand to hold in the Sahara,
the smell of the ocean at six in the morning,
you could be the overture of a play,
a love seat in a nearby cafe,
the gradient of colours of a twilight,
you could be the sugar in my tea,
the sound of the pouring rain,
a poetry that lasted for ages,
you,
my gruff voiced wallflower,
this I want you to know;
some love seethed,
some stay placid for years.
some lost their spark,
some still felt like their first day.
but we both know love is a test of fidelity,
a voyage that knows no bound,
so take my hand,
take your paddle,
if you'll row with me until sundown,
let us see where the seas will take us.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
You could be an antidote,
a place to hide during the summer solstice,
a pair of closed eyelids during nightmares,
you could be the sweater I wore last Christmas,
a frozen hand to hold in the Sahara,
the smell of the ocean at six in the morning,
you could be the overture of a play,
a love seat in a nearby cafe,
the gradient of colours of a twilight,
you could be the sugar in my tea,
the sound of the pouring rain,
a poetry that lasted for ages,
you,
my gruff voiced wallflower,
this I want you to know;
some love seethed,
some stay placid for years.
some lost their spark,
some still felt like their first day.
but we both know love is a test of fidelity,
a voyage that knows no bound,
so take my hand,
take your paddle,
if you'll row with me until sundown,
let us see where the seas will take us.
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