There is a graveyard in my chest.
There is one ladder.
There are plenty of ghosts.
There are tombstones with descriptions of the things that sleep longer then sleep itself.
There are mother's crying.
There is a thin smoke circling the fence.
There are angels.
And Darlas
And Demons.
Some of them put themselves here.
Hung themselves on the tree's near the entrance.
You are the caretaker to my graveyard.
you are the caretaker of my heart.
And you stand in the middle,
holding a shovel.
Beginning to dig.
I beg you to stop.
Plant your seeds,
release yourself from this duty.
climb my ladder.
You are not like the others.
You are the one I crave.
Plant your seeds.
Plant your seeds all over.
and bathe them in water.
Break these stones with your roots.
You are the flowers in my heart.
You are the songs of the choir singing.
Turn my chest into a playground of swings hanging from trees.
Turn my chest into your chest.
Sunday, December 23, 2018
If I wrote a book I'd make my characters dance.
She would spin and her hair would be like every scientist described.
If i wrote a book I would want you to be the star.
Non Fiction.
I would sit there and write about the things I love about you.
How when you smile, although it's rare it's staggering.
How you take care of me.
How you make me feel when I haven't seen you for longer then a minute.
How you make me feel when I get to see you again.
How you have courage, and determination.
I would write about the things you do.
How you spend your day thinking of all those that need you.
How you climb, and kiss me.
How you drive your car fast.
How you sing, and how you tell stories.
I would write about the things you are.
Beautiful, Kind, funny.
The smartest human in the world.
Vegan, ;)
I would write about what you mean to me.
And somehow I would describe more then "everything".
Making the book thicker then the amount of paper trees could make.
If I wrote a book.
I would make our characters dance.
She would spin and her hair would be like every scientist described.
If i wrote a book I would want you to be the star.
Non Fiction.
I would sit there and write about the things I love about you.
How when you smile, although it's rare it's staggering.
How you take care of me.
How you make me feel when I haven't seen you for longer then a minute.
How you make me feel when I get to see you again.
How you have courage, and determination.
I would write about the things you do.
How you spend your day thinking of all those that need you.
How you climb, and kiss me.
How you drive your car fast.
How you sing, and how you tell stories.
I would write about the things you are.
Beautiful, Kind, funny.
The smartest human in the world.
Vegan, ;)
I would write about what you mean to me.
And somehow I would describe more then "everything".
Making the book thicker then the amount of paper trees could make.
If I wrote a book.
I would make our characters dance.
In my dreams all I think about is the way you move, the color of your eyes, and how your hands feel.
I dream of you every night.
Let me tell you of the one last night.
We had met on top of a mountain, then again in my back yard.
I took you to the water with the wind and knew exactly what we could be.\
It was powerful.
We slept next to the river and stood in front of trains.
You played guitar for me. You played guitar for everyone.
I could only be dreaming as god had never made someone so precious, so perfect.
Like a angel on ropes you landed with me, on top of me, everything was red.
Wheres the weirdest place you've ever.... never mind.
We went to a spooky.
We went sailing.
We jumped.
We swam,
We kissed,
We loved,
We love.
It was so salty.
It was the most perfect dream.
You are the most perfect dream.
Like the pages in this book you are sacred.
Hold my hand like a warriors sword.
Lay with me as if I were a dying child.
Kiss me as if you'd never felt flesh before.
Talk to me like freedom is falling.
Dance with me like a girl with her dolls.
Laugh with me like you'd never been so in love.
Pray with me like we are each others gods.
and lastly,
Darling please remember me.
Remember me like i'm the code to you're chest.
Hold my hand like a warriors sword.
Lay with me as if I were a dying child.
Kiss me as if you'd never felt flesh before.
Talk to me like freedom is falling.
Dance with me like a girl with her dolls.
Laugh with me like you'd never been so in love.
Pray with me like we are each others gods.
and lastly,
Darling please remember me.
Remember me like i'm the code to you're chest.
If I were van van Gogh i'd paint you like his night sky, you'd be every one of his stars.
You'd be the brightest celestial body and on Christmas they would paint you atop of Jesus's head.
You are light.
And if I were da Vinci you'd be the Vitruvian Woman, perfect in proportion.
Your arms enslave your chest, your smile kisses your ears, your wrists display like candy.
You are justice.
If I were Monet you would be the most breathtaking silence, the mind numbing stillness.
You keep me from thoughts of the world, you are my thoughts of the world, you entrap me.
You are eternity.
If I were Cassatt i'd put you in my arms. I would buckle your body to mine like two hot metals.
Your head dripped on my shoulder, your lips against my neck, you'd never forget I love you.
You are precious.
I spent a year studying what art is, and before I knew you, you were all that I imagined. You are the shore touching the water, you are every star in the sky, you are a mother and a child. You are everything I want and anything you want to become. You are liquid in my lungs post death, quietus.
I prayed to god for 20 years, I pray to you now. I kiss your feet and bow my head in your heart. I wish I were these artists, to have the capability to tell you, how beautiful I think you are but for now just lay with me and we can read each other like braille, My whole body screams I love you. わたしは、あなたを愛しています.
You'd be the brightest celestial body and on Christmas they would paint you atop of Jesus's head.
You are light.
And if I were da Vinci you'd be the Vitruvian Woman, perfect in proportion.
Your arms enslave your chest, your smile kisses your ears, your wrists display like candy.
You are justice.
If I were Monet you would be the most breathtaking silence, the mind numbing stillness.
You keep me from thoughts of the world, you are my thoughts of the world, you entrap me.
You are eternity.
If I were Cassatt i'd put you in my arms. I would buckle your body to mine like two hot metals.
Your head dripped on my shoulder, your lips against my neck, you'd never forget I love you.
You are precious.
I spent a year studying what art is, and before I knew you, you were all that I imagined. You are the shore touching the water, you are every star in the sky, you are a mother and a child. You are everything I want and anything you want to become. You are liquid in my lungs post death, quietus.
I prayed to god for 20 years, I pray to you now. I kiss your feet and bow my head in your heart. I wish I were these artists, to have the capability to tell you, how beautiful I think you are but for now just lay with me and we can read each other like braille, My whole body screams I love you. わたしは、あなたを愛しています.
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