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Riveá Feb 2019
Here is my hand, baby.
All you have to do is take it,
And we’ll go make a world
Of our own.
  Feb 2019 Riveá
carson
you only wanted me when it was just convenient for you,
why did this cold weather make me feel so much warmer then you ever did
Riveá Feb 2019
In my darkest times
You are the single star
that glows so bright,
I realize I only need
one star to light
my night sky.
Riveá Feb 2019
“Write about me,” you say.
My mind instantly races.
How can I possibly write about you,
When there is not a single word
That even comes close to describing
how perfect you are to me.
There are no words to describe
The feelings I get
When you are around me.
You see,
Writing usually comes easy to me.
With you by my side,
close enough our knees touch,
my brain malfunctions.
My mind is focused on anything
But words right now.
My thoughts are filled
to the brim with you.
Your smile,
Your laugh,
Your voice,
The way your eyes shimmer
When you talk about everything
you love.
The way your leg bounces
whenever you’re nervous.
That ice cold look your eyes adopt,
when your body fills with rage.
You.
You.
You.
Seeing you makes my heart race,
my stomach flip,
my face heat up.
My body is not
used to feeling these.

Now tell me,
how am I supposed to
write about You?
Riveá Feb 2019
You have shown
you will not just
tuck me in at night,
shut off my light,
and drive away.
Instead,
you lay me down,
then crawl under
the sheets
next to me.
Riveá Feb 2019
They say two is better than one.
After meeting you,
that saying finally has meaning.
Imagine a painting of a world
in which everything exists in gloomy shades of grey,
a world in which colors no longer reside after long, weary years.  
This is a place where the word “happy,” has no home in the dictionary.  
Now imagine a new artist comes along,
repainting everything in the brightest colors they can find.
Grass is turned an emerald green,
the sky is a beautiful baby blue,
and the sun now lives in the top corner at all times.  
This, my dear, is how you have made me feel.
You brought your own ideas into my dull world and
all at once,
everything regained color.

— The End —