what is it about her?
that makes her better?
i always thought that when i was in love i would write beautiful poems
about how i feel
and how beautiful you are to me,
but my mind draws blank with contentness.
no words can fathom what i feel.
i could learn a thousand languages and not a single one could i articulate what my heart holds.
i might delete this??? idk
you told me i was pretty,
but you said i looked prettier on my knees.
i could get high on your soft giggles,
and your hazel eyes.
my poor soul is so tired and drained.
i dream to make art as beautiful as you are.
i fear that i will be blind in love,
see only what i want,
i have made my own mistakes in love,
but i hope to god you won’t be one.