You are a poem that can't be written by my hand, only narrated to this world by your walk, your laugh, that wonderful smile, the starshine in your eyes, the river in your hair...my eyes could read you forever...
there is a soft emptiness in my bones and i still don't quite know what's supposed to fill it but your smile and laugh and heartbeat seem to pour into my hollow chest too quickly and take up entirely too much space
It's just that i'd like someone to write for me just once i'd like to be the object of affection i'd like for someone to find that beauty my mother keeps telling me i have inside i'm not complaining but you see i'd just like to be the poem and not the poet for once
Your smile is what I love. Your arms is where I wish to live. Your sweet voice is what I long to listen. Just about you and us that's all I have always written.
~your smiling queen :)
I can't think of anything else except you my love. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Shine forth ancient one for I too am your son your vessel of choice use me as your voice through written word to eyes unseen and ears unheard.
The language of love is an unspoken truth all writing that was forms a mental noose around the neck of our ideas that seems to break unanswered prayers.
Allow me to write on your behalf that you may restore sight with the words I craft and let yours be the light that illuminates my path.
