tell me
what you want
because i want you
you look the same way
the sunset paints brush strokes
on the horizon
i want to be your horizon.
sometimes we love without a reason why, without knowing anything except for this. the way we clumsily work toward interlacing our fingers reminds me that life isn't perfect until we're content withthe fact that it's not perfect.
you make me see all that life can be. with you here, i am more than content. i am happy.
you changed my life.
like an autumn evening
changes green to red.
to yellow.
your smile is my
favourite constellation.
and i play connect the dots between
the corners of your mouth.
you make me love.
myself.
life.
the world.
you.
always.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
tell me
what you want
because i want you
you look the same way
the sunset paints brush strokes
on the horizon
i want to be your horizon.
sometimes we love without a reason why, without knowing anything except for this. the way we clumsily work toward interlacing our fingers reminds me that life isn't perfect until we're content withthe fact that it's not perfect.
you make me see all that life can be. with you here, i am more than content. i am happy.
you changed my life.
like an autumn evening
changes green to red.
to yellow.
your smile is my
favourite constellation.
and i play connect the dots between
the corners of your mouth.
you make me love.
myself.
life.
the world.
you.
always.
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