it’s been some time
that my cheeks have been met
with flowing streams of joy
that pushes the air from my chest
like the moment i first embraced you
to feel the weight of your sadness
now it’s me this time
sitting alone while i write this letter to you
to explain the beauty of your skin
that of which is made from the finest silk
that drifts in the wind like my open curtains
so free and flowing
does your body move
like the sunbeams glistening
through your lace pores
lighting upon the floor
where the dust settles
that we sweep away
with the love of our dancing
forgetting about dismay
upon this hill we stand so tall
but this time divided
we shall not fall
as soon enough our hearts are risen
and we will set in stone
the curiosity of this world
that within us, we’ll make our own
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
it’s been some time
that my cheeks have been met
with flowing streams of joy
that pushes the air from my chest
like the moment i first embraced you
to feel the weight of your sadness
now it’s me this time
sitting alone while i write this letter to you
to explain the beauty of your skin
that of which is made from the finest silk
that drifts in the wind like my open curtains
so free and flowing
does your body move
like the sunbeams glistening
through your lace pores
lighting upon the floor
where the dust settles
that we sweep away
with the love of our dancing
forgetting about dismay
upon this hill we stand so tall
but this time divided
we shall not fall
as soon enough our hearts are risen
and we will set in stone
the curiosity of this world
that within us, we’ll make our own