harlequin dancer waltzing to a song specific to your home the hiraeth I have isn't for the house I grew up in all 16 years its for the space in between your arms, fingers, legs, neck and shoulders the space in you
Hey rosebud your lips are so red so red like the blood the blood that rushes to my cheeks when you touch me (even if its just on my arm)
hey clementine your hair is orange as vibrant your hair in the picture i painted the one that you keep in your journal (it desperately makes me smile)
hey sunshine your aura is yellow do you hear me? its yellow just like In the sweater you wear you used to borrow hers (the one i used to covet)
hey forest your **** is green like the places you go running over damp moss getting high driving around smoking plants and memories (I want to go with you)
hey ocean Your sea is blue like the water you swim in lying on your back hair unfurling like tendrils of strawberry gold (You are the sea and im gonna take a dip in your eyes)
Hey lavender your room is purple like the dreams you have you are the smell in your room the light of my life the sky in the morning (you are a flower and i think you are etherial)
you are the colors of the rainbow you are shades hues and beautiful tones i see you in every pothole every tooth in every grimace every painting in every museum (you are every shiver down my spine)
when I look at her I feel so tingly and her voice sounds like piano playing her hair smells like incense and **** her personality and ideas are insightful she's so smart and interesting her poetry is so beautiful being around her makes me shake (literally) everything about her is so rosebud she is sunshine
tap tap tap on the keys rapping typing skimming in threes playing the scales in arpeggios thinking about your eyes and kissing your nose waves of notes mixing up the stairs like a boat on the tide or clips in your hair i can think of you only its become an issue to me you are holy and i constantly miss you
Her rooms smells like incense the car smells like **** her pretty brown eyes remind me of trees pretty pale legs are lilies and home her milky skinned back is bare just for me I love her smile its milkshake made her rainy red hair is leafy and clean her yellow sweater is worn out and neat but her positive space is lavender green
Under my eyes I feel them growing up through the sockets and sprouting out like chlorophyll tears The dandelion petals tickle my lids like butterfly kisses it itches I think I should tear them out
messy hair stragglers that float in the sunlit 7:47am air cause trouble, **** subtle *** with cops and killers bikini flowers windowsills xanax lovers loom ugly paisley wallpapered motel room making out in pharmacies I want to leave because I cant breathe
you are the sound of piano to which I type along close to three minutes long my classical icon as though i could close my eyes forever to you you aren't true love and I know that because I think Ive felt it one hundred times but for the hundred first time ive fallen in love with your music