Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
I've described you in every way that I can.
You are the moon and the stars,
in the horizon that I am.
The river's brilliant blue water,
is how I picture you in my mind.
Sweet tea in the evenings,
bears the same comfort of your voice.
Feathers in my dreamcatcher are beautiful and soft,
yet cannot compare with your touch.
Kindness is what your heart is made of,
and know I need it the most.
I have pictured you in every way that I can.
From the chocolate melting in my hands,
to the melodious song of the sirens at sea,
everything somehow fits my description of you.
Hauntingly beautiful is the phrase that fits you perfect.
For you never leave my dreams,
and you're always there in my wake.
I feel like when I cry behind closed door,
you become the breeze through the window.
Sun kisses on babies are what you feel like,
too good to be true yet somehow always real.
I haven't seen you yet.
We haven't met each other here.
And I don't even know if you exist out of my head.
But when I close my eyes and imagine being with you,
I swear I could hear your laugh in my bones.
Ricocheting off the walls in my head,
and slowly singing me too sleep.
© Moonyloonywitch
31/07/2021
12:16 pm
I spend my hours doing neither what I should be doing nor what I’d like to. my eyes unfocus on the the task at hand my hand catches my heavy head as it pounds and sinks down under the waves bubbles slip from my lips as the depths suffocate me with darkness I am split by a screaming and thrashing for something to change and a hopeless, relieved resignation that this is how it always has been and this is how it always shall be
My head feels heavy and my body’s full of lead slowly poisoning itself and going mad I feel like I could sink my fingers into my skull, and rip out a piece, like a chunk of cake pull myself apart the pieces don’t quite fit as they are like a jigsaw forced into place where it doesn’t belong
why do I feel so stuck when I have so many choices and tasks that can move me forward?
I fear that at my default level I do not truly want to live; merely exist in comfort and continue to get by.
I no longer fit within these walls for I have grown and stretched under a different sun and the confines of old spaces feel just so