One day, I hope you know, sweet heart.
That words spoken from your lips to mine were tied by that smile
&
ribboned by wispy threads of memories,
the way you stared at me in off-handed moments;
your eyes
playing peek-a-boo with mine
across a place filled with beating hearts.
Mine was the fastest, that I do know.
That you pulled pieces of my heart apart
slow & soft
like a promise,
then jigsawed it back together.
But surely, it splintered into indecipherable pieces that escapes my hopeful fingertips.
The irony is I don't wish that upon you either.
I hope you do know,
I
really
do.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
One day, I hope you know, sweet heart.
That words spoken from your lips to mine were tied by that smile
&
ribboned by wispy threads of memories,
the way you stared at me in off-handed moments;
your eyes
playing peek-a-boo with mine
across a place filled with beating hearts.
Mine was the fastest, that I do know.
That you pulled pieces of my heart apart
slow & soft
like a promise,
then jigsawed it back together.
But surely, it splintered into indecipherable pieces that escapes my hopeful fingertips.
The irony is I don't wish that upon you either.
I hope you do know,
I
really
do.
I truly think that sweet-heart is a gorgeous thing to call someone. :")
Oh my goodness, about to reach a milestone in Hello Poetry.
aydouaoiudaoda.
happy dance
Hope you enjoyed this nonsensical writing!
xo
