What I mean to say is that I heard the angels weep when I first saw you smile. I imagined that there was an invisible string wrapped around my heart and tied to the corners of your mouth.
When you smirked, my heart skipped a beat.
Before that, your lips were parted, your mouth was open ever so slightly, and I have never ached so badly to kiss someone.
I thought about how they would feel under the touch of my
fingertips.
Your eyes--the color of the soil of the earth.
I've dreamt of being buried in both.
So it goes--God created everything, and everything he created was good.
And you are the firmament; you are the most heavenly,
wondrous thing.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 6:32 PM UTC
What I mean to say is that I heard the angels weep when I first saw you smile. I imagined that there was an invisible string wrapped around my heart and tied to the corners of your mouth.
When you smirked, my heart skipped a beat.
Before that, your lips were parted, your mouth was open ever so slightly, and I have never ached so badly to kiss someone.
I thought about how they would feel under the touch of my
fingertips.
Your eyes--the color of the soil of the earth.
I've dreamt of being buried in both.
So it goes--God created everything, and everything he created was good.
And you are the firmament; you are the most heavenly,
wondrous thing.
Something about him made me want to believe.
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