my first
a lion inside a boy
a full moon (i thought you gave off light; you only reflected mine)
a breathless english winter, pale and icy
an explorer of collar bones and thighs and shoulder blades
my love, my life
the loveliest flower, or perhaps an entire garden
a time traveller (you showed me the world at 5.30am)
a stupid teenage boy
july 28th to november 4th
a semicolon - a story to be continued;

Someone undeserving of my devotion,
ugly and beautiful,
whispers that scratch up all my dreams,
crazy glue,
a strutting rooster, cocking its vibrant scarlet head back and forth,
a wolf crooning into the night, only to eat me a minute later,
an ornately decorated box, containing a demon of possession,
a precious ******* up vinyl record,
an expensive bugatti that everyone wants but no one can get,
a snake, venomous, but protective of her eggs, really just scared,
a lamppost that's tired of it's job.

I'm gonna sing a song
On the roof in the rain
In keys that are wrong
So everyone can say

That boy's crazy
Always was
But I'll do it anyway
Because just because

I'm gonna lie awake
And draw you in lines
In the dark that shakes
In the back of my mind

That boy's crazy
Always was
But I'll do it anyway
Because just because

I'll stare out the window
Beside the door
Remembering the shadow
That's not there anymore

That boy's crazy
Always was
But I'll do it anyway
Because just because

The day, I still remember-
When you captured my heart
On a cloudy phase of October,
That made my life, as your part;

I melted on the whole,
As your beauty locked my soul;
Little did I think
Of closing my eyes to blink.

Neither Shakespeare nor can Wordsworth-
Aptly verse your elegance
Which took me off the earth,
And routed all my sense.

Following your footsteps, allowing not to detract
Learnt all possible notes of hymns;
And at last, discovered the fact,
That our souls are the best synonyms.