I could talk about how you caught my eye
Like an insomniac catches the cold
But how cliche
I could talk about the whimsy in your eyes
The way they light up
When you speak passionately
But how cliche
I could talk about how you taste like home
Where I could sleep in peace forever
But how cliche
How can one go on?
When miles of words are already written
When thoughts have already been thought
When feelings have already been felt
When beauty has already been beheld?
I hate being optimistic
But everything has already been written
How could my metaphors be any different?
But it makes sense
Because darling,
I cannot think of any word that describes you,
To me
Even our vast vernacular
Cannot contain my emotional state
For you look of a color never seen
A flower never felt
And a song yet to be heard
Simply put
I can’t describe you
You’re not beyond beautiful
You’re beyond words
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
I could talk about how you caught my eye
Like an insomniac catches the cold
But how cliche
I could talk about the whimsy in your eyes
The way they light up
When you speak passionately
But how cliche
I could talk about how you taste like home
Where I could sleep in peace forever
But how cliche
How can one go on?
When miles of words are already written
When thoughts have already been thought
When feelings have already been felt
When beauty has already been beheld?
I hate being optimistic
But everything has already been written
How could my metaphors be any different?
But it makes sense
Because darling,
I cannot think of any word that describes you,
To me
Even our vast vernacular
Cannot contain my emotional state
For you look of a color never seen
A flower never felt
And a song yet to be heard
Simply put
I can’t describe you
You’re not beyond beautiful
You’re beyond words