Writing, Ideas, & Stories
it wasn’t the beautiful eyes
your beautiful smile
what you love, intrest
the way your cheeks shine when you laugh,
i mean really laugh
the way your voice perks up when you talk about something you love
when you talk about your future
how you want to impact this world
the way you touch me
the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you love me
it’s how you saw me;
the way your beautiful mind puts me together like a puzzle
i found you;
a version of the same book i’ve known
but i read it different
your lines
your words
bring my skin bubbling hot
trembling under your simile and your smile
never meta
and i see your metaphor as scripture
and i want to carve you
there is a plan
guidelines for the tour
and mine
is shaped like a polaroid
a white outline
around a dream
a few people
a few books
mostly love
and a memory
i see you;
like i see myself
you are a mirror
you raise my hand
i tilt your face
your finger on my lips
my hands on your waist;
as i walk away you pull me back
as you wander around i’ll be your map
i’ll blink and you’re gone
blink and you’re back
you talked
and i walked
i’d never let the air between us
hold our throats hostage
suffocate that will-
it’s the last thing;
i’d never;
most of the time i stutter and mutter
and wonder what’s on your mind
for i’m on the moon and i’d never leave you behind
fixating on tonight
i’m not a white knight
too many stains from rain
shooting through my brain
like i lost game seven an champagne
is rainin’ down-
it’s the last;
never.
i counted
all the way to one before i got lost in your eyes
at the tip of your lips you are mine
and i am yours
at two
i fall all over again
lost count
and started back at one
i see tomorrow in your eyes
as i stare deep into the morrow
hands entangled
stars spangled
this is freedom;
i see shadowless plains
flowers in vases
paintings of cotton candy
a type writer by the window
newspapers on the table-
i sometimes see neighbors
i sometimes see a river;
a stream and a swing under a tree
free from social pressure and this is a refresher
theres us; theres us, just us
i see that;
a tree with a heart carved in
the honey in my tea
the treasure under the river
all in your eyes
tomorrow isn’t soon enough
the days grow long
and the nights extend past peak
and i am weak
sick of the weeks and the days
the hours taunt me from their straight arms dancing around in circles
frequent buzz and bling
and another thing
when tomorrow
finally decides to grace the dance floor
upon your heavenly earth
i’ll be your first dance
i crave you
like a climber to the mountain
every ridge, a slow march
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
every ridge, a climb in rhythm
in rhythm
every inch traveled
a craving only you can fill
a craving of you
a climb in rhythm
i spent the whole day thinking about you
writing poems about you, you
in my last life it was you
in this one it will be you, you
never take a pause you
are the shinning star you, you
are the center of it all you
are the spring in these sneakers you, you
come to me in my dreams you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
put your hands in mine chest in mine you
make me never want to leave this bed you, you
have me writing love poems about you
and for you all of me to you never waivering for you
armor wove of love you will never see it crack you
will see your own reflection
Saint's Muse 