...cuz I won't tell you IF you ask directly, my mind goes blank. You hafta come at it sideways.
Quoth I, "while golden hours--" to find in pale Excuse what?! Milton's sonnet answring thence: "...lead on propitious May--" as blue skies hencxe Yield not sae much kind warmth as on that scale Urge 'non the soul to think of April's trail Of violets through the budding woods leaves fence With softest whispers, wherefore do I sense Lo, summer ere that Febry's old, t'avail? Yea further, why does my heart tremble fer Favon'ous' merry hours' return as blue Skies set that thought on fire as if it were But weeks away? I struggle now as't woo, 'Gain yearning to stroll through the pines in tour And listen to their voices like t'would do.
*L3--see Milton's Sonnet to the Nightingale: "....while JOLLY hours lead on--"
something about checkered ties & purple hearts clenches a part of my hand that keeps me from writing to you and i cant even blame the snow for falling on a saturday bc God knows something needs to come down on us and it cant be our blue realizations or late movie night plans 76 days post April fools where once again the scar on your right hand will remind me of vicious wolves who only know fear and full moons, something we never talk about bc Halloween comes in a different month than Christmas & apparently that's an issue about advent calendars, not mood swings so constant you'll burn your pinky on a tray of bruschetta toast 4 times & react differently each time the heat wants to darken your skin unkindly
You're not smooth. I saw every glance that night. It was so hard to watch the show When I could see your glistening steel blue eyes Searching through my presence. I was being oblivious. When you wrapped yourself Around my left arm And rested your head On my shoulder. I saw your cheeky grin When my friends looked me Up and down In surprise
"Who's your friend?"
I should have kissed you that night.
But I also should have left Everything in that moment. Never returning Messages. Calls.
Why does inspiration hit you at night Is it because you’re alone and feelin no light Or are you sad and not reelin’ it in Is she the pull, The trigger that’s clean and driven . A string to a heart Will it hurt as bad Will this one fade Can you show me a safe side to this blade . (Can you show me the safe side of a blade) That’s the ignorance asking Blind fold chatting
Two sides to every story . You only get one taste of glory Opposite pole A different attraction .
Fatal compassion Tasteless crash Too much Too light Blacked out night
i awoke to the piercing sound of an alert, a change of weather in the sky. severe thunderstorms, warnings scattered, rain throughout the night. it's 3am and the rain has not yet begun to pour, but i think i'll stay up just a little bit longer, just to hear the thunderstorm.