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his eyes were as blue as the ocean & this is the story of how I got lost at sea.
his happiness was as powerful as a tsunami, washing over everyone and instead of ruining lives he made them better.
his waves were gentle, touching people with his kindness
god, he had so many layers, so many different parts.
no one would ever get down to the bottom, if you were lucky you only got to see 5% of him when there was 95% yet to be discovered
he could be as cold as the ocean in February
Never freezing over and closing off, because well that's not him
But if you dared to stick your toe in, he'd push you right back out, cold.
He could be cold.
he could be as choppy as when you drifted out into sea,
Like the ocean he is beautiful
like the ocean he had so many things that were terrifying.
but he was so gentle
he was so happy
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
and that's how I'm lost at sea.

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i still sit on my porch and think about every word you've said to me
and all the things i didn't say, or have the guts to say
but i can say i drowned in your smile
and suffocated on your laugh,
i think i lost myself trying to find you.
i can say thank you for showing me how love feels
& showing me how loss feels too
thanks for making me strong for when things fall apart
i can say i still miss you when we're in the same town.
your little brother told me something i'll never forget,
"i'm sorry my brother couldn't love you the way you wanted him or needed him to"
i can admit that that hurt, way more than our distance did.
i can admit i tried to cough up the dandelions you planted in my lungs,
pretty from afar, just like you,
but you're both like weeds; not healthy for beautiful things trying to grow.
i can admit you will always make me feel like love is in my veins instead of blood.
i can admit i wanted you to be the truest love i'll ever have,
maybe it was.
i asked my grandfather how long it would take to not feel this way,
and he responded with "maybe forever, but it will get better. there's so much more to live for."
i can admit when you started showing your true colors, i got scared and wanted to repaint them.
i wish we stayed on the level i loved,
but you can't just spend the rest of your life with someone based on the three layers you know, when there's 97 left to see.
i can say thank you for the memories, but now you're just a memory.
i can admit that's why it wasn't meant to be.

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You are art.
You are art, of course you surely know that right?
You are the painting poeple pay millions of dollars to own,
but no one can can own you.
Your voice when you sing is one I could hear for the rest of my life.
Even your laugh is notes stung together creating God's favorite melody.
The way you carry your body, is art.
You are art.
Your poise and grace is something some long to have.
Your blonde hair cascades down your shoulders like a waterfall,
You are a waterfall,
powerful and rushing but always ending in the place you need to be.
Your eyes are as bright as a mid-summer day, lighting up everyone's life.
You are nature, you are art.
You were art long before anyone came to admire
So please remember whoever comes and whoever foes,
you will still be art until the day you die.