i have a lover like no other,
and i can't explain him.
he's a writer.
he's lighter in a pocket,
a doobie, doobie doo.
he's my flashlight,
lighting me
up like the sun's
rays.
he's an old man,
a young man,
somewhere caught
in the middle days.
twenty-four and
five-foot-eleven,
is what he says
he is,
but my god,
that isn't even
a percent of him.
he's a lion.
he's a lamb.
he leaves me in shambles.
he brings me back together.
he's my **** day camel.
wow.
i can't even write something
as perfect he.
he makes me ramble.
i'm babbling.
he's looking at me.
my heart is fluttering
like it hasn't in years.
i'm muttering even
when i'm in tears.
he can't be explained
with words or actions.
all you can do is take him in
like the ocean,
crashing into me.
you think you know it,
but you never will.
and that is the beauty
of why i love him.
i have a lover like no other,
and i can't explain him.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
i have a lover like no other,
and i can't explain him.
he's a writer.
he's lighter in a pocket,
a doobie, doobie doo.
he's my flashlight,
lighting me
up like the sun's
rays.
he's an old man,
a young man,
somewhere caught
in the middle days.
twenty-four and
five-foot-eleven,
is what he says
he is,
but my god,
that isn't even
a percent of him.
he's a lion.
he's a lamb.
he leaves me in shambles.
he brings me back together.
he's my **** day camel.
wow.
i can't even write something
as perfect he.
he makes me ramble.
i'm babbling.
he's looking at me.
my heart is fluttering
like it hasn't in years.
i'm muttering even
when i'm in tears.
he can't be explained
with words or actions.
all you can do is take him in
like the ocean,
crashing into me.
you think you know it,
but you never will.
and that is the beauty
of why i love him.
i have a lover like no other,
and i can't explain him.
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