By the sea,
I watched as
the thoughts
within my mind
faded with the white
effervescence, I am
wrapped in a cashmere
blanket as I drink my
cafe au lait, the wind
tousled my hair as I
contemplated the
silence of the hour,
within its watercolor
becoming the gentle,
soft soul of mine
seeking to understand
the meaning of love,
even though,
I am misunderstood,
and so, I sit here,
content as a dandelion,
fragile, yet still yearning
to dream.

I just want to see how
beautiful you truly are,
far from what you see you
see in the mirror, for now,
look away from the world,
our fingers gently trace,
softly, the sun paints light
upon your golden skin,
hold me closer, your sweater is
softer than cashmere, and palms caress
as the sun rises from the sea, and
all turns to watercolor, these eyes
are special to me, as they hold
the secrets of your heart
I will hold as it whispers,
"for you, I am a soul
deeply in love, wishing
upon a star among thousands,
waiting for your arms
to open my petals, I know what
those shining eyes are hiding,
they are closely holding a love
greater than time, I have been
waiting for you, I want you to know,
you are the beautiful one who will be the
sunshine to my rain, the warmth I seek
to reside in forever, and the breathe
of the rose I wish to become".

Fabric of fate, woven emotions, of which life is sewn.

My morning was Ivory satin
smooth and pure and bright
Birthday buzz and laughter
Bubbling thoughts of you
Noon was green velvet
Natural and warm and soft
Everything seemed to be right
And I couldn't wait to talk to you again
But the afternoon was black leather
When you texted me hi
Just to say goodbye
And the evening was ebony nylon
Flimsy, dark and easily torn
I tried to hide my crestfallen disappointment
But family is family
And they will be jerks
But no matter if you are immediate family
Or not
They can be your red wool
To keep you warm and away from harm
even when you are hurting silently
I shifted to a guarded charcoal chiffon
And he told me the way only a family member could tell
I know something's wrong
I promised I was fine even though I was becoming
Silver lace, fragile and tearing at the seams
He never spoke of it again
But for the rest of the night
He protected me from anymore damage
A tough sort of defensiveness
That meant everything to me
And for an evening, he was cashmere
Because I was touched that he could and would show me such strong family love
Without saying anything to me at all

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