Regrets, the day I was lured by your scent
Regrets, the day you took my heart
Nah
The day I let you take my heart
regrets
The sprint to my descent was quick
Regrets
Gave my most beautiful painting to a blind man
Regrets
Llife coloured in a portrait of black and brown
Regrets
I'd barter my soul just to get back my heart
Regrets
Regrets
Regrets
Hopefully
One day
Contentment
2018.04.21
To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself
These I have loved
A great tall girl, full of blue
Inviting lips, sweet to the eye but never tasted
Glasses that were black but now are pink
A voice of the ocean, Like waves hitting the breakwater
Of hair so perfect, Aphrodite should blush
A figure akin to the sun setting on the horizon
A connection so deep, the ocean has nothing on it
The future that lights up my nighttime
A conversation of Apple's and taste
Two people so together- hot and cold water
The sound of soothing poetry
A great tall girl
Yes,
These I have loved
“Be nice to yourself. It’s hard to be happy when someone is mean to you all the time.”
— Christine Arylo
Baby, who has two phones?
when I think about sunshine and laughter it is your face that comes to my mind.
I'm holding you tightly so you don't slip away away, I think I'm holding on too tight my finger lingering slowly up, it strokes your soft hand, along your cheeks, I twist my finger around your hair. damn, I forgot you don't like that.
I see something in your eyes fuck, I'm stranded in an art museum.
I'm alone in your garden and my head is full of you. I like you too much I want you all to myself. What is your dream, this world. Our Dreamworld. The garden we are laying seeds down for. I think, what if one day I have to forget your eyes? Your voice ? I wonder will I lose you? I'm holding on so tight, it feels like I'm fighting a whole city.
The seeds, what will happen to the seeds I'm planting. the trees, the flowers, the lilies, the roses, the sunflowers and avo trees - they always were too expensive in shops. will they have blossomed? Have you tasted its fruit? will I have to tear it down, Will I have to burn this garden too? I can't,
I will water it forever and wait but what if you return only with a firestick? My tears fill up rivers for you. But my feelings fill the ocean. Is this an endless garden? don't plant thistles or ivy! My heart pains, I hate tearing down gardens, Have I already? Tell me what it is that you see? In the mirror I see, no lily, no rose, no sunflower. I turn and see baby blue Cadillacs driven by peg-legged nuns on pogo sticks. I lay my head on your heart I hear one, two, three heartbeats.
Will I be turned into a person who's text is left on read. but don't worry I say. I will never say a word
“If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.”
— Voltaire (via emergentpattern)
“I won’t say it wasn’t meant to be, because it was. We were. Only for a short while, maybe. But we were.”
— Unknown
Just A 23 Year Writing To Stay Relevant, discovering the meme-ing of life along the way - Let's Not Talk Anymore 🌻
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