I read about a certain type of bird.
Its nest is made from only what it finds beautiful.
If I were that bird
My nest would be sturdy and abundant, in beautiful.
My nest is a strong cup of coffee
Built on a foundation
of the heavy air that fills the space between our hands
It's framework is unmatched eyeliner, and forehead kisses
A facade of slow wedding songs
patched with wet puppy noses
wallpaper made of love notes and lollipops
furnaced with cold winter nights we spend together
And I'd share it with the most beautiful thing
you
when the ceiling caves and the walls collapse
I'll keep you next to me
and the beauty will never fade.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I read about a certain type of bird.
Its nest is made from only what it finds beautiful.
If I were that bird
My nest would be sturdy and abundant, in beautiful.
My nest is a strong cup of coffee
Built on a foundation
of the heavy air that fills the space between our hands
It's framework is unmatched eyeliner, and forehead kisses
A facade of slow wedding songs
patched with wet puppy noses
wallpaper made of love notes and lollipops
furnaced with cold winter nights we spend together
And I'd share it with the most beautiful thing
you
when the ceiling caves and the walls collapse
I'll keep you next to me
and the beauty will never fade.
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