What’s your favourite city in the world?
Mine is the City of you,
Though your physical features are the city’s main attraction
I’m far more interested in your back roads, your sentimental buildings and what your national anthem sounds like.
Everyone’s a city, I’m a city for the dreamers, hopeless romantics and musical poets.. And my love for you is no secret.
In fact I plaster it all over billboards,
I play it on the radio.
I paint it in the stars.
I don’t want a city map to figure you out;
I’d rather do what I’ve been doing the past two years,
Just getting in lost in your eyes and following my heart, over and over...
Again.

I love you,
for all that you stand for
Your city is loud, it’s brave. It has a voice.
You speak up for what is right.
Never soften your voice...
never harden your heart.
I promise you I love you
As much as a 21 year old can love.
As much as I can love.
Late at night I sit and write about you
And it’s never difficult
I sometimes wish the hours were longer so I can simply just enjoy your company more

Everyone’s always busy, always rushing
People... such fools.
Claiming they have so much emotion but never really showing it.
I wanna be a different kind of city to you.
A city that’s been knocked down but has had to pick itself back up again.
A city that’s not afraid to fall in love,
Over and over... again
Maybe we both have different morals, different hearts
But If we can inspire each other to be better and better,
The world would be a pretty **** beautiful place.

One more thing;
I’m dying to see you again
For you light up my life,
One day at a time.
You light it,
Over and
Over
And I’m falling
Over and over
.. Again.

..What’s your favourite poem in the world?
I hope it’s me.

my phone glows with a message from you and
a mini spark ignites somewhere deep inside of me.
your smile is plastered on my screen and
my face mirrors you.
you say words like they are water,
nothing out of the ordinary.
yet, you turn water into wine,
adding your own magic touch.
your honey-golden presence
turns into a forest fire between my legs.
getting lost in your eyes is like trying to count the stars,
endlessly overwhelming.
the moment you take hold of my hand, you take hold of my beating heart.
the tears you wipe from my eyes turn to butterflies that kiss the deepest parts of your soul.
and when my spirit becomes a desolate desert of despair, you envelop me into the warmth of your wings, and i am home again.

i found u in the white of my fears
it was the feeling of being floating at the heart of nightly skies,
where u, sparkling star, followed me,
not realizing that we'd be immortalized

as much as i could get away,
a dark hole took us a way to the other galaxy

a world alone,
where the rain fills the craters of your face
i flood myself into fright,
when the creek gave me back and asked me to hold you

the feeling has become an addiction,
a secret language
the awkwardness made building,
a concrete denial

without aim to define
i arrest u
i arrest me
at an endless moment

I used to view my life like a bird in a cage
That you had the key, so I'd fly in a rage
Scream at you when things got rough
Bite when I never thought you did enough

When the bars broke and I was finally free
Distance and time gave me the chance to see
The vivid silks that served as your bonds
So pretty you missed the chains beyond

Mother and I used to discuss the fabric and style
Father and I would talk about patterns for a while
All you had was this and you gave it all to me
I wish you'd realize this wasn't who I wanted to be

A year underwater and I've been torn clear
Now an invisible wall lies between us, I fear

So I light a candle for the two of you instead
Hold the thought of you close when I go to bed
Press a hand to the window and feel the cold
Remember warmer days and then feel old

Before I go home, there are a few things I have to do
Like run a waterfall to a page instead of to you
Polish the mask I must wear without shame
Else without it, you'd never know my name