Oh that was simple, the love came from the hearts
& it lit me up because you did it well.
I saw the quality in you & wanted it to something that matters,
without a word spoken between, we enmeshed everything
together. Praying that it won’t stop.
Feeling safe amongst one another. Experiencing further than luxury,
the impact from & on one another was almost holy. Don’t
stop. Unsure how an impression smells like through the incense
in the ether. Memories lives, future moments in daydreams, intertwined in
extreme intricate ways while both remaining present for thee.
No best way to put,
for now, we’re settling on poetry coming alive. And it’s
going to take divine intervention to forget about her, to move on, pretend
she's not in earth's orbit. My jaw keeps dropping to every time I
see her
looking at me, like in way of she’s out of my league. Needing
to be shaken back into the present moment so I wouldn’t stutter, remember to
speak or even dare to wink back after I giggle. Her laced in beauty, going all over her being, the soul, the smile, the character, her flesh, anything in relation to her.
Have mercy upon me. Nothing else matters now & I’m forgetting how to be, getting
choked up in front of her. To compensate, I rely on those poems,
changing hands, leaving them around the place for her to find. Got this heart rebuilding.
Because these sensations I’m venting out, not a girl in my head, transported from
elsewhere. So who do I give my unconditional praise to?
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
Oh that was simple, the love came from the hearts
& it lit me up because you did it well.
I saw the quality in you & wanted it to something that matters,
without a word spoken between, we enmeshed everything
together. Praying that it won’t stop.
Feeling safe amongst one another. Experiencing further than luxury,
the impact from & on one another was almost holy. Don’t
stop. Unsure how an impression smells like through the incense
in the ether. Memories lives, future moments in daydreams, intertwined in
extreme intricate ways while both remaining present for thee.
No best way to put,
for now, we’re settling on poetry coming alive. And it’s
going to take divine intervention to forget about her, to move on, pretend
she's not in earth's orbit. My jaw keeps dropping to every time I
see her
looking at me, like in way of she’s out of my league. Needing
to be shaken back into the present moment so I wouldn’t stutter, remember to
speak or even dare to wink back after I giggle. Her laced in beauty, going all over her being, the soul, the smile, the character, her flesh, anything in relation to her.
Have mercy upon me. Nothing else matters now & I’m forgetting how to be, getting
choked up in front of her. To compensate, I rely on those poems,
changing hands, leaving them around the place for her to find. Got this heart rebuilding.
Because these sensations I’m venting out, not a girl in my head, transported from
elsewhere. So who do I give my unconditional praise to?
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