He came back,
With his grin
His smirk
His pearly white teeth
Smiling
Making my heart flutter a beat it hasn't since he's left.
His sweet smell,
The way his laugh sounds like ringing bells.
The way he walks,
Strides.
He paces at such a smooth beat,
I feel a tingle, a spark from the top of my head to the toes of my feet.
The way he laughed with me like we never strayed away.
How we couldn't talk for months yet it felt like a day.
He's beautiful in a way. And I know boys aren't to be beautiful.
But to me
his eyes are perfection,
his lips are soft pillows,
his hands are my security
Everything about him screams home.
Yet sometimes home is too far away.
Home is to scary to enter or return to because you broke something that was already broken.
I wish I could hold him every day, and fix the wounds he only let me see.
But if I fix his who will fix mine.
Not him because when I fix him he breaks me and when I'm broken he breaks during the time he's trying to fix me being to incapable himself to do it.
We don't work
But he's back and that's all that matters.
It's the thought that counts.
The feelings.
It's the feelings
Always the feelings.
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Heart of Moss
PoetryThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
