she was like cedar astonishing, but delicate. a nice mixture of things. i'd say but also easily dented and calloused her eyes made of oceans never know how deep they go her voice, a melody on its own a simple song a lullaby she was like a doe graceful and elegant but easily shot down huntee as if i was the hunter a treasure worth more than the whole world in my hands and i, was the asteroid
As i see the picture Of your smile Knowing i will never Get to kiss it My love I keep you around on my wrist ink But we are all under the moon My love As i write this i cry For our love That will only Be in ink
Beautiful garden Don’t ever change Water your flowers And don’t rearrange Keep your distance From flowers and fury From roses and sadness Sunflowers and grief towers Don’t stop to smell them Lie down and dwell Lie down, cherry plum Lie down, cherry plum. Cherry plum sweet as whiskey Whiskey cold as fire That’s you, cherry plum sweetheart That’s you, cherry plum love.
i couldn't tell you that what i feel for you is love. the only reason behind that is because i have no experience in what love actually is. i've never had feelings reciprocated. i've never been kissed. never be touched intimately. i can't say i'm in love with you because i do not know what love is. however, i can tell you that you're the only thing i think about. looking at you makes my heart feel warm and every conversation with you feels like it will be my last. a smile from you can be the only thing that will get me through the day. i don't know if i love you but i do know that i care so much about you that it makes my heart hurt.
sometimes i think that i'm over you. and then i'll see your face somewhere and it'll make me hold my breath and make my heart pound at a million miles per second. sometimes i think that i'm over you. and then you'll smile at me slightly or say my name softly and suddenly i'm head over heels all over again. sometimes i think that i'm over you. and then your next to me, talking to me and my whole body freezes up and the world slows as i watch your lips move. sometimes i think that i'm over you. and then you be you and i can't help but rip my heart out and hand it over to you once more.
dear you, if i could say these words to your face without stumbling over my tongue and spewing a mindless combination of 26 different letters, then i would. but, me being me, i can't seem to look at you without a knife dragging from my heart to my toes and my tongue falling out of my skull like a dog that ran a mile. i wish that i could speak to you the way that i write about you. i wish that my tongue would form words like my fingers do when they type or write or draw. i want to express myself to you. to your face instead of hiding behind a screen, sending a message to tell you how i feel. i may have a way with words but i do not have a knack for speaking them.
the very ground you tread on changes colour with every step you take. you create art wherever you go. everything you do is art. everything you say is art. you are art. you're entire being is made up of different patterns, colours, shapes. and every single part of you is so ******* beautiful. i want to frame you. take a picture. paint you myself. because i'll be ****** if someone can find art that is prettier than you.
there was something about the sun that made me think of you. it could be the glow of your eyes, or the heat of your skin, or the warmth of your gaze when you look at certain things. the sun also hurt. it was too hot to touch and it burned you if you were in it's presence for too long. you burned me. you burned my skin and my heart and my soul. you make my eyes sting with tears when i look at you for too long. you are so much like the sun, beautiful. but dangerous
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