Thick black hair
That shines like blue, Nothing is as breathtaking As you. Pretty smile and Warm felt eyes, Couldn't find anything More wise. Hands that warm the Coldest ice, None could play the part Only you- as precise. Silhouette of home Such feels, Tender heart your Soul reveals. Distant treads but Does not show, Your whole being- you Just glow. Laughter that stills And impart, You are nonetheless A work of art.
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Sometimes I can't tell
If I want to stop or just yell, So I write it down like vapor In pen and paper. Some days I want to end this Mostly, I want to resist Wanting to feel safer, Wrote it down in pen and paper. It doesn't depend on me Should be mutual - we Can't understand the bitter flavor Scribbled it in pen and paper. Until this torment finally ends, Keep on making myself mend Throw away the eraser, Keep the pen and paper. Roses are red
Violets are blue, With whatever's unsaid Can never start a new. Pick some flowers
Design a vase, Been at it for hours Continuous for days. Pick some flowers Design a vase, Placed in a room of ours Laced with your feminine ways. Peculiar hobby for someone like you Resident in gentle things- Thought you'd love sunshine too Yet flowers you solely bring. Such distinct nature You and your feminine ways, A character so wild yet bewildered - tender all the same. When I think about you
Faeries come to mind - butterflies too, I imagine pixie dust and colorful wings The sound of bells you bring. Like faery folk you wander in the night And how you visit me in every sleep, Amongst the stars so bright With a gasping sound you peep. Spreading out your crimson wings Your smile a blinding light, Serene sounds of your bridle rings A soul so lovely- with much might. Like clouds of gloom
And raindrops too, Perfect as plumes And beautiful as you. Like summers breeze And spring bloomed flowers, Displays to the eyes an ease Could stare at you for hours. A fragrant pleasing smell Of pumpkins and peach, Found myself under your spell Seemed like I could never reach. Like meadows and soft grass And sunlight warming your path, Delicate touch of glass, Hazy days and warm baths. Vines that cover cityscape And windy nights excite, Nothing but a narrow escape And you - a marvelous sight. Standing in meadows, distant fields
Ambrosial scent and sight full feels Leaves falling in the air Arousing feelings of bare. Heady floral and green nuances But most preferable, red roses. Daffodils sprawled all over, Wishing for four leaf clovers. Round the corners with daisies, Colorful and different varieties. Alstroemeria - peruvian lily And oh, so very much pretty. But most and most of all, Heliotrope as I recall Means and bonds of eternal love Bright purple and pure as a dove. Goodbye dear J,
You never asked, but I'll be Okay. This is my last letter To you. You have been my Inspiration to be better. Thank you for everything that You made me feel. Always know my Heart is where you're at. I've moved on. I've found something Else to love, but you'll remain My everything. I lied to myself, Saying I'll only Love you and no one else, you've Made me lonely. But I found someone new, And I can't help comparing Him to you. This might only be a phase But I really like him and I don't understand, he's like shining rays. Is it a bother that I talk to you About him? But I knew you'd found Someone, and me too. This is goodbye Dear J, Wherever you're at, I know You're okay. You have always been my favorite song,
Everything- anything you do is never wrong. Thinking of you reminds me of How the the stars and moon lit the sky above. Your words spark up an unknown feeling, It's as if I'm always day dreaming. I remember that one time when we danced It made me feel like we had a chance. And that one time we had a conversation In the midst of our messy classroom. It's something I yearned would remain, Losing it would be like inflicting pain. As if you didn't had it all You even made my heart fall. Although I've met people a new, This is why I could never forget you. I have poured everything-
Admiration, love, and to the very thing That keeps me going Without even you knowing. Not being able to say is bothersome Wish sometimes I'd be numb. You don't know, and it's okay Pretending is such child's play. But I always thought it's all right, Knowing you is still such a delight It's not a need for you to like me But still, I wish we could be. |
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