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Jul 2016
I haven't had an appetite for weeks
Until today.
And for days
I've been seeing nothing but grey,
But today it seems
I've got enough love in my heart
To bubble over.

I know I'm kind of a child
When I'm sick
But thank you so much
For beingΒ Β concerned
And I know it's odd,
The fear inside me,
Caused by my own nature,
My own being,
My own insecurities,
But your eyes and your smile,
And knowing that maybe somehow
I was the cause of that smile,
Well it means the world to me.

And I hope I'll get to hear your voice tonight,
Or maybe make you laugh,
See you smile.

It's strange that it used to be,
That all I wanted was to make a difference
In the darkness of this world,
But it seems to be,
However strange to me,
My only desire
Is to make you smile.

And call me sappy,
Call me cliche,
I guess I don't care,
Because I'd rather be a cliche
Than be cold within my heart
Instead of within my touch.

My extremities are ice cold,
But I promise my heart is warm,
For the most part.

And I'm hoping you're well,
And I'm hoping to be by your side
Now and forever.

That might be weird to say,
But it's a feeling that I know is right,
Like when the moment matches
The swell of the music,
Subtly playing in the background.

It's in the pit of my stomach,
The beat of my heart,
The core of my being,
And within every nerve.

I know being yours
Is right in a way,
I've never felt before.
Your name fits on my lips
Like a smile in a moment
Filled with bliss.
I write things about my Bluebird from time to time (no, really?), usually when nothing else is happening and I feel particularly in love.
storm siren
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