let me be your girl your world and all the inbetween ill be the the moon, the sun the stars and the seas ill be the rain, the snow the hail, and the heat i could tell you all i know and all youll ever feel ill be your crash course the cause of your all-nighters ill be your wake up call and the whisper in your dreams ill be everything i could ever be ill be yours i could be yours.
In a world where me is you I contemplate who I really am Maybe the remains of old chalkboard dust Maybe the sunrise that no one got to see Maybe yours Maybe in a past life, I was yours And coffee was bitter but mornings were sweet And the music I wore followed me into the street I say this because the first day I layed eyes on your face I remembered it from my dreams The first time I heard you speak, I remembered you singing me to sleep The first time I saw your figure I remembered holding it close to me on nights where no one else understood that the ground on which I stood was enflamed and you were the one to unroofed the whick without fear of burning I remember a lot of things about you Like the way your hands fit mine to allow no crevices untouched Perfectly intertwined But it wasn’t perfect Of course it wasn’t Because perfect would mean that we were void of flaws But my darling your flaws are what made me fall for you in the first place And I fell hard But instead of bringing me back up, you layed down next to me and looked over Under the endless infinity of galaxies, you hid behind beautiful pairs of hazel eyes And said “I’m not going anywhere. If you’re down so am I” And so we fell together But the wounds were preemptive These wounds we filled with poems And letters And roses These wounds we filled with passion And love And cardboard boxes These wounds we filled with each other So when I see you And I feel like my chest is holding a pride of starved lions Just know That nostalgia brings me back To a better time A time where I was Maybe Yours
These orchids are yours, and with them, all colours known to earthly sight.
They shall prove rigid, ever blocking Time's course, professing eternity their right.
Roses express my affections well; blooming amidst the warmth of Summer, fed to satisfaction by the dew of your lips . . . yet they shall wither.
Then dry dust shall be my affections' well; blooming Lycoris Radiata legions advancing amidst the warmth of Death's banner . . . Towards our love's ellipse . . .
These orchids are yours, and with them, the multi-folded papers from which their fibres and petals are equally composed. These are humble gifts, but were they to boast: "We orchids offer to thine love, an eternity; an assurance of perpetuity, by toast."
Tell yourself you're beautiful or handsome, be proud of it. It's your look not theirs. Follow your dreams, don't hesitate. It's your dreams not theirs. Accept yourself and life. Live your life with happiness and purpose. It's your life not theirs. Be confident and believe in yourself. You are you, you're not them.
To everyone: Believe in yourself. Accept yourself. Live your life with happiness. Be proud of yourself