I’ve had coming home
and I’ve had fireworks
and then,
and then,
there’s you.
And you are,
heartfelt smiles
on the face of a stranger,
And you are,
fields of flowers
with faces tipped to the sun,
And you are,
fogged bathroom mirrors
painted in condensation hearts.
And you, you are,
a resolution
worth keeping, and keeping, and keeping.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
I’ve had coming home
and I’ve had fireworks
and then,
and then,
there’s you.
And you are,
heartfelt smiles
on the face of a stranger,
And you are,
fields of flowers
with faces tipped to the sun,
And you are,
fogged bathroom mirrors
painted in condensation hearts.
And you, you are,
a resolution
worth keeping, and keeping, and keeping.
not the first poem I wrote for you, but maybe the first you knew was yours
