A utopia is the perfect place
People say the world is not that space

When I look at the world I see it too
But that all changes when I'm with you

You are my utopia a perfect sight
You fill me with bliss all through the night
All the bad goes away and out of sight
Only the good stays and that's alright

There's no where else I would rather be
The best location is when you're with me

we are made of stardust,
living on a huge rock,
floating through space
in a universe
that spans further than our comprehension.
the fact that we're alive,
that we can love,
that we can feel,
is pretty **** amazing.

It was funny how you said
that the thought of me
was draped around your head,
and turned to your friend the
next second to say,
"Wont she be amazing in bed?"

Your soul has just passed by
Like a beautiful breeze
Telling everything to bow
When it passes through

What an amazing thought It was
What a wonderful moment I lived
Visit me again if you will
Help me break out of my shell

She is a firecracker in a silent room.
Her toothy smile
which spreads from the centre of her lips
to the tips of her ears
is contagious.
Her eyes are the blue-green colour of the ocean on a warm summer day
peaceful at the surface
and the magic held within them is reserved only to those who take a closer look.
Her hair is golden
like her soul
and her locks tangle to no end.
The springs bounce with every step she takes
the ringlets so perfect so you would think them unnatural.
But they definitely are;
she does not have the patience to sit still
for more than an instant
her body carrying her wherever fate decides—
sitting down to curl her hair would never cross her wild mind.
Her laugh comes from somewhere deep inside her slender body
somewhere far behind her rib cage
where the vibrant rhythm of her body originates.
Her heart cannot be contained
too big to fit inside even the biggest of bodies.
There is not a mean bone to be found in her
for she is filled to the brim with love and joy.
Her legs must be the 8th wonder of the world
so skinny they could snap at the lightest breeze
and yet they carry her across tracks so fast
you would think she was pacing herself with light
not the other children scurrying along behind her.
I, too, sometimes feel like I am scurrying behind her
for her imagination races at speeds mine never could.
She is the most vibrant piece of clothing in the closet
the loudest song on the radio
the spiciest food at the dinner table.
I would like to thank the old, tea-loving
Asian woman who has come to reside in my sister’s twelve year old body
for making her the most interesting book on my shelf
the most watched movie in my collection
and the quirkiest soon-to-be teenager I know.
The world is not ready for the greatness she holds
but everyone deserves a Lily in their life.

Cute
Beautiful
Amazing
Perfect

When you call me these things
I melt
Because I'm used to

Ugly
Fat
Annoying
Clingy