I was in the middle of my nonsense story.
When suddenly a name got me,
It starts with letter "P" ends with "A"
I thought it was just nothing,
But then, it turned out to be something
What caught my eyes is your beauty inside,
Heart warming smiles makes me stop and stare for a while.
I don't know what makes you so different,
You can even turn my noisiness into a deafening silence. This is not an exaggeration, I just couldn't describe my imagination.
When it comes to you my mind reaches its limitation. Feels like i'm having a delirium,
Even things in motion, comes to their point of
equilibrium.
You are filled with humility and kindness,
But i don't know why sometimes it is altered by sadness.
I hope this poem could give you a little happiness, Cause you are the one who cures my loneliness.
I'm totally overthinking as i wrote this poem, I couldn't say anything but you're simply amazing.
I wrote this poem for just one aim, I want you to know that you are worth more than anything.

if you were to love me
i would love you more
because you are the only goodness in this ****** up world
your are the only light in this fog i struggle to see through everyday
you are the reason i wake up in the morning
and the reason i don't sleep at night
you are in my dreams
and nightmares
you are the air i breath
and i breath the best air
while everyone else breaths in disease and pollution
i breath life
you are apart of me
an *****
better yet, my brain
without you i can not function properly
no, my heart
because without you i can not function at all
if you were to love me
i would love you more

Mention the somber
thread of life
linking us together.
Mention the spill of coffee grinds
plummeting on the sticky ground.
Mention the call of hope
being or freeing
a sort of melancholic sound.
Melanin or mulch,
today is a process showing too much.
The brush of time slows,
as predicament distracts from progress,
yet there is something nice between us
and it flowers like small purple
morning glories at dawn.

I try so hard to catch your eyes,
Those ones that remind me of the sky on a hot summers day.
I melt like a popsicle on the pavement when they look at me.
And your skin,
Such a light complexion that it reminds me of the comfort of a snow day.
You are mix of seasons.
But you see the warmth is only in your eyes,
And the words you speak.
When you smile ear to ear,
I can feel my heart trying to jump out of my chest,
For it wants to beat with yours.
But all your words are flecked with ice from your heart.
So as I get closer to you,
I am slowly freezing myself inside out.
And yet I cannot grasp why I don't compare.
Why am I not ever good enough?
Why don't you love me..?
~P.S.

If I knock inside your heart, will you let me in?
If I fall to the ground, will you catch me?
If I let your ears listen to my heartbeat, will you care?
If I swear to love you forever, will you believe me?
If I kneel down in front of you, will you marry me?

Let me in.
Let me fall for you.
Let me take care of you.
Let me love you forever.
Let me be your husband...it's now or never.

I love you.

so, here I am
and there you are

a wise man once told me
that it’s only coffee

and each day has its struggles
but when I met you
it all made sense
somehow

it’s strange, this feeling
of inner freedom

a clarity branched off from
the clairvoyant passage
******* skyward
******* lowered
to the ground below
where spontaneity happens
when least expected

I secured something of innate value
deep within these thrombin-riddled valves
the chambers of the heart
now pumping out fresh blood
like a healed wound
that the moon vampire would be proud of

so here I am
and there you are

a person well beyond what my
feeble writer’s mind could conjure up
on any given day
head in the clouds
just wishing for love to lightly fall
at my feet like footprints in snow or sand
and I wonder
why these heavy footprints
have not been blown away
by the chilling winds of winter’s calling
and I wonder
why I’m still waiting
for a look

just one look
that says it all
paired with words
of mutual understanding
bound together
a wave of pressure
between us
woman and man and
young questions
begin stirrings
rhythmic and pulsing
deep within my static brain waves
edging me closer
to you

so here I am
and there you are

The Hierophant
with your
gold and silver crown
leading me straight to

comfort.

if I had to choose my last breath
i’d choose it with you
and only fantasies create
a sort of granule gargantuan glee
if i had to choose between
letting go of fear
and touching you
i’d choose you every time
if i had to rebuttal the claims
of my own body insecurities
i’d let go of them
for you
if i had to challenge myself
beyond a thousand measures
go past fear itself
i’d do it for you
and maybe it will take forever
but i’m willing to make the case
of loving you so gently
i’m at ease with the whole world around me
and i just keep thinking of
oranges hanging loosely in a plastic net
just dangling about to
plop down on the shiny wood
floor clean of dirt or
rest them lightly on the white
porcelain kitchen counter
without a care in the world
because that’s how you make me feel
unbound and synchronized like
the clunk of a VHS tape
fitting nicely into place
re-wound and ready
for the movie to start

and if i had a wide choice of manly lovers
i’d choose you every time

you’re not what i expected
for a woman in her prime

It took so long to fall in love
Finally starting to trust again
Feeling these Feelings
Not known to men

But as great as it sounds
As soon it is over
When we both realise it
Because we get sober

Who are you
but a spark in my bone matter
a bright ball of
green energy bouncing around
the ocean blue of my heart
residing in some sort of residual
cave of dreams that I conjured up
many nights in a row
many long
barren months ago
under the influence of sleep
your tall shadow frame
blocking the view
and my hearth of alacrity
bounding out so true
for what it’s worth, new friend,
you really have me moved.

Ages pass
and
shells of resistance
shrivel up and die
leaving a fresh new chrysalis
resting in their place.
Like a shiny newborn baby
wiping the crust from its eyes
with tiny curled hands
fingernails as small as sand
and
love of life
has wedged its way
beyond all hints of
**** negativity
and
the only way forward
is found
before the sun even rises.