He is the creator of wishes stirring wants inside my head,
And a need to bring every burning star to their death.
He is the bringer of butterflies to this barren, lonely sky.
I watch them dip and dive, around my stomach and in my mind.
He is a sunflower, a lotus; beautifully strong, yet delicate
My alstroemeria, my orchid; I want to linger in your scent.
He is the hope that buzzes in a jar, like a single fly;
The only thing the curiosity of Pandora left behind.
He is the brazen smile, emblazoned in silvery moonlight.
The one who pulls my tides; when I'm low he makes me high.
He is an ocean of music whose waves fill the air,
I'll float away on a heavy swell, carried by his gentle care.
He is a tree that will support me as I climb up to the moon,
Then I'll swim to Neptune, where I'll dream of meeting him soon.
I am lost inside of illusions conjured by a Pisces mind;
Though I haven't felt so real- so alive, in the longest of times.
-SLuR
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
He is the creator of wishes stirring wants inside my head,
And a need to bring every burning star to their death.
He is the bringer of butterflies to this barren, lonely sky.
I watch them dip and dive, around my stomach and in my mind.
He is a sunflower, a lotus; beautifully strong, yet delicate
My alstroemeria, my orchid; I want to linger in your scent.
He is the hope that buzzes in a jar, like a single fly;
The only thing the curiosity of Pandora left behind.
He is the brazen smile, emblazoned in silvery moonlight.
The one who pulls my tides; when I'm low he makes me high.
He is an ocean of music whose waves fill the air,
I'll float away on a heavy swell, carried by his gentle care.
He is a tree that will support me as I climb up to the moon,
Then I'll swim to Neptune, where I'll dream of meeting him soon.
I am lost inside of illusions conjured by a Pisces mind;
Though I haven't felt so real- so alive, in the longest of times.
-SLuR
