roses are fine and violets are too
but she is a garden
full of vibrant colors like the scarlet tint of her cheeks
or the amber glow of her eyes
she is the setting sun
a beauty so bright that i cannot gaze directly at her
yet so captivating that i cannot look away
i crave her gentle warmth on my skin
and if i tried to speak to her
the air in my lungs would leave my words in the dust
trapping them in the prison of my throat
and leaving me choking on the things i wish i could say
like how i go out of my way just to see her smile everyday
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
roses are fine and violets are too
but she is a garden
full of vibrant colors like the scarlet tint of her cheeks
or the amber glow of her eyes
she is the setting sun
a beauty so bright that i cannot gaze directly at her
yet so captivating that i cannot look away
i crave her gentle warmth on my skin
and if i tried to speak to her
the air in my lungs would leave my words in the dust
trapping them in the prison of my throat
and leaving me choking on the things i wish i could say
like how i go out of my way just to see her smile everyday
