the moon shines because it reflects the light from your eyes.
the leaves & the wind dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
the moon follows your thoughts, and shines brighter at your every attempt to understand the glowing trail of a thousand fireflies.
i sketch your movements from above a tree, and confess to heaven. i said, ‘Lord, thank you for taking your time’.
the flowers of the night delineate your captivating rhythm.
rain clouds gather. raindrops entwine your thighs, and oh my, what a deep waterfall. your soul convokes the sparrows of the deep, convivial spirit.
free spirit. not even the law of gravity can stand you, angel. even though your wings are invisible, i can imagine you fly.
heavens confession: they took the time to mold you. create you.
and you glimmer in a graceful grassland, and the roses listen attentively to your voice.
a voice made up of beautiful dreams & broken promises.
heavens advice: never leave your happiness to someone else. otherwise you’ll be left broken.
only time can explain your he(art).
a pen & a paper are not enough to describe you.
they ran away from your words, they couldn’t understand but i do.
and i will with every ounce of my being, try to decode you.
i’ll stay light on this one. angel, you’re beautiful. you’re real.
heavens advice: stay you. stay true. you’re beautiful.
these words were not adequate to describe you.
you made a pretty good first impression.
p.s – this was heavens confession.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
the moon shines because it reflects the light from your eyes.
the leaves & the wind dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
the moon follows your thoughts, and shines brighter at your every attempt to understand the glowing trail of a thousand fireflies.
i sketch your movements from above a tree, and confess to heaven. i said, ‘Lord, thank you for taking your time’.
the flowers of the night delineate your captivating rhythm.
rain clouds gather. raindrops entwine your thighs, and oh my, what a deep waterfall. your soul convokes the sparrows of the deep, convivial spirit.
free spirit. not even the law of gravity can stand you, angel. even though your wings are invisible, i can imagine you fly.
heavens confession: they took the time to mold you. create you.
and you glimmer in a graceful grassland, and the roses listen attentively to your voice.
a voice made up of beautiful dreams & broken promises.
heavens advice: never leave your happiness to someone else. otherwise you’ll be left broken.
only time can explain your he(art).
a pen & a paper are not enough to describe you.
they ran away from your words, they couldn’t understand but i do.
and i will with every ounce of my being, try to decode you.
i’ll stay light on this one. angel, you’re beautiful. you’re real.
heavens advice: stay you. stay true. you’re beautiful.
these words were not adequate to describe you.
you made a pretty good first impression.
p.s – this was heavens confession.
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