when i hear that one pretty song play when i pass by my favorite kind of flowers when i read books and come across your name i’m suddenly reminded of your laughter and that sweet bubblegum smile you often waltz into my daydreams and before you leave i wish for more time just thoughts of you bring me peace when i look up at the warm golden sky when i find myself slowly falling asleep when i can’t help you being on my mind
My poetry falls to the music of tears To the rhythm of this ache inside me I love you in unrequited reveries I reach for you with empty hands Palms up to receive, with infinite tenderness The you that will never be mine. If l thought...if I would create my own language One born of my red, beating heart and my sad, purple hope... Swallow my fears and let my butterflies free And just tell you... But you are a star away and I Do not dare. Silently days turn into nights and Silently I love you... While you, unknowing, think I dream of others Those ships have all gone It is you Oblivious, blind, beautiful you My secret is held fast in a chain of whispered Words you likely would not want to know
My poetry falls to the rhythm of tears I remain silent Alone
Do you feel it when Your mind is drifting to Someone other than The one you’re talking to? I ignore it as often As I think I can possibly do But do you realize the space Captured in my head by you? I know not what to call this It’s breathable and new. I do not want to spoil this Fearing what it’ll turn into. The paranoia of losing it Is what I’ve already grown into. Conservative, feeble, shy? Call me whatever you want to.
When I say I wish I was beautiful, I mean I wish I could sculpt myself into the same loveliness borne in the eyes of Marble Goddesses In Ancient Greece, I know I would have been pretty you know; curls a liberated wreath atop my head, a nose as grand as Mount Olympus, body as curvaceous as the summits of Mediterranean waves.
I mean I wish I could steal Orion's Belt from the sky and wear it around my waist to cinch away all the extra room I know I take up, cuz there's no gravity in outer space-- it's impossible to feel fat in outer space.
I mean I wish I could be as cliche as a rose, because, despite being starkly unoriginal, everyone loves roses the same way everyone loves photoshop sleekness and Tumblr physique.
I mean I wish I was lucid dreams / leather journals / dewdrops on leaves / fairy lights / eyelashes on pillowcases / moon-gazing / listenin' to Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time / standing ovations / the butterflies in your fingertips / frost congealed on tree branches / lightning storms / Disneyland fireworks / soft bed sheets / champagne kisses / polaroid photographs / whales howling at sea / midnight inspirations / double rainbows / bed time stories / the skyline at golden hour / foggy 7 AM’s / snow under streetlights / the colour purple / when I say I wish I was beautiful I mean I wish I was a poem.
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