her
beauty and
wild
was way
beyond her
imagination.
beauty
Sweater weather
the bluebonnets tells me
this is when i win
your smile can
make me fly.
sadly it’s nothing new
i’ve in past seen these views
it’s possible, you’ve just
got me high.
and your eyes
say more than our
names spelled together,
your breath’s warmer
than our bedroom sport we play
in sweater weather.
i love the way
you sing your song at night
your music and
your voice
are kisses from inside
I guess that’s what
I need, and
that’s what you
hide.
You are not art
You don’t have blue skies in your mind.
You don’t have shiny stars in your eyes.
Your skin isn’t golden fire burning brighter than the sun.
Your tears don’t resemble raindrops patiently trickling down the window pane on a gray rainy day.
Your hair don’t breathe flawlessly in the wind.
You don’t look like sunrise when you wake up.
Your voice isn’t a tricky musical arrangement or a beautiful symphony.
You’re not sad or beautiful enough to become poetry.
You’re not broken enough that artists would die to paint your scars on their canvas with every color they could find until they lost you in the setting sun.
You are not art.
You are just plain and dull.
That’s what most would say.
Not to me.
You are not plain and dull.
You are what art aspires to be.
You are tragically beautiful.
a beautiful language
that innocent but confused face,
with those dreamy pair of eyes,
the way they stared with such grace,
of all the things i felt like in haze,
no, they couldn’t have lied.
the deep blue was in a hurry,
but how could i let it run?
her eyes had their own vocabulary,
such magic, it made mine blurry,
what a beautiful language to learn.
for she had eyes and chose me,
can you blame those wonders for that?
even now, when she looks back and sees,
the stars feel so ready to flee,
just don’t blame her, will you, for that.
rain or shine
There was a moment.
There’s always a beautiful moment when this happens. When you look into my eyes after a long time and your smile says it all. When I see you, the world. It stops and all that exists for me, is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops and it’s a beautiful place and there’s only you. Just you. And my eyes staring at you. When you’re gone, the world starts again and I don’t like it as much as before. I can live in it. I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best thing I’ve ever known or ever felt.
When we have those most unusual conversations in front of everyone where nobody dares to join us, and it’s simple why they don’t. They can never be on the same level as Us together.
You know that. I’m well aware of that.
Every time I have few, but important questions to ask to you, but I never do. Because I know, you won’t answer. You won’t tell the truth. You won’t be honest. Every time this happens, you just leave me with more doubts, and amazing memories, that you know, are as special to you too. You just never express. And by the end of this moment, I start to lose myself, once again, in you.
Every single time.
I can’t help it. But I pretend like nothing happened. But I think you catch that quite easily. Still you don’t say anything. And that’s how we leave. And I end up in my room turning from one side to another on my bed at 4 in the morning trying to figure out where was I wrong? What went wrong when everything was so fucking perfect? I do all kinds of things I promised myself to never do just to take my mind off you. But at the end of the day, all that’s left is my regrets, and the unanswered questions that may always be left unanswered. Forever. The sun seems to never come up and present feels like a distant memory.
But it all changes in that moment. That one beautiful moment. When you look into my eyes and your smile says it all. When it doesn’t matter if there’s rain or shine. And in that moment, there’s no sunset. There’s just now.
How lucky you are
You flirt with her hair,
You kiss her eyes,
You rest her soul as she adores the sky,
She’s so near,
and yet so far,
Oh nature, you have no idea how lucky you are.
Erased Memories
Everybody please! This one is really abstract, so please let me know what are your interpretations after reading this…I would love to know!
At night when I wake up,
I see you asleep,
Lost in your beautiful,
Yet horrifying dreams down deep,
I can feel your breath,
I can touch your heart,
Yet you can’t feel me,
It always breaks me apart,
I’ve been into this habit,
Long enough for now,
Still can’t control myself,
I don’t know how,
To wake you up,
And make you realize,
That nothing is changed,
And you’re still alive,
I sit besides you,
Looking at your beautiful face,
It still is the same,
But it lost the time’s race,
Looks like it happened yesterday,
When we first met,
The scent that you wore,
Still lingers in my head,
Suddenly the Sun rises,
And I wish to wake you up,
My hands won’t let me,
But I won’t give up,
I’ll come again tonight,
I’ll be there by your side,
I wish I could stay forever,
But it’s time for me to say goodnight…
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