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Rylee Cracroft Feb 2015
i find beauty in the freckles
s p r i n k l e d  across your cheeks:
little kisses from angels,
one for each talent.
i find beauty in your gentle stride
as we walk, your cold finger tips brushing
my skin
painting a masterpiece of emotion.
and there is beauty in the way your lips dance
with mine,
and in the small spaces between your fingers
where our hands intertwine.
i've fallen in love with the galaxies hidden
behind the moons in your eyes,
and the ocean waves in your hair.
and i've never quite gotten over the
butterflies
in my stomach
or the quickening beat of my heart
harmonizing with yours.
playing a song only you can sing.

and i've gotten lost in the words.
Rylee Cracroft Feb 2015
though she  walks  a beautiful  road
    that  is  not  all  there  is.

bathed in brilliance
    flowing through her  being  as  if  it
      were  in her veins.

courage surges from  every orifice:
       a  warrior,  underestimated,   unappreciated

   head  among the clouds
      sun kissed eyes   blind
to  the  adverse

        lips graced  with  a  wisdom  beyond  the  years
  worn
       refined
radiant patience brushed  over  her skin

so though she walks  with  flowers  in  her  hair
     beauty   is  not  all  there  is.
Rylee Cracroft Feb 2015
i  dream  with  my  eyes   o p e n
   and  love  with   my  eyes  closed.
i go to bed with the moon  and  wake up
        with   the   sun.
i understand nothing, and  a  lot  more
  than you would know.
i knew a boy who held the world   in  his  finger  tips;
   he  let  me  have  it  in  exchange
        for  my  heart.
i smile like  the   stars;  laugh like fire;  cry  like  a song.
i eat love for a midnight snack  and  hide  it for my own.
and  at  5  am  i finally  go  to sleep.
Rylee Cracroft Feb 2015
sticks and stones
break bones,
and words
break the birds
of a feather,
a familial tether,
a soul
susceptible
to the thoughts of another.

sticks and stones
can fix homes,
but words
heal the unheard
hearts,
with a love torn apart,
and dry the tears
that smear
down your cheeks
and drip
off your lips.

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