We clicked, a
like cloud and rain.
We have punctured minds
and somehow mine is
spilling into your hands
thoughts I'd kept in my head.
Not edgy, not twofaced,
not laced with superficiality.
decorate us and I
have never looked
so wonderful before.
You make me grin,
and I know
'making your own sunshine'
is all a mental thing,
but now it's so physical,
I can feel it spreading
through my bones.
Have never spoken a word,
They were always silent,
But they never left,
Even for a second.
They grinned once in a while,
Smiling while looking at me,
Yet they have never touched me,
Or took even a step closer.
They're not doing anything,
Just patiently waiting,
Maybe that was their desire,
Just to see me fall,
Watching every step to the fall.
She has craters on her face
A warm smile embraced.
Lights in her eyes
Her love never dies.
Feathers on her back, and a halo over her head
There's so many things I'm leaving unsaid.
Her grins are the best
So contagious, love will sprout from your chest.
Galaxies around her iris
A cure for all the callous.
Most of all she's fluorescent.
The corner street awaits with pride
Raise the palm and wave me hello
As the eyes melt reveal your heart
The smile is the manipulating trap
A stance you gaze magnifies my life
Stay in the zone oozing not snoozing
Disengaged in bases of sinking shells
Float on the wavy stretchy topography
Claim my proponent inside the rigid iris
The splash of the canvas sprays attraction
Alternate the kaleidoscope fluid flashes
A slash, smashing my scepticism cynism
Untitled spiking depths and radiant flames
Erode past the sizzling chargrilled grins
It's in my eyes, my very soul sits and shines
I think I love too easily.
I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.
I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.
Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.
And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.