Song for the poem: Claire Rosinkranz - backyard boy
Quote - We'll be alright -Harry Styles
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There is this person that I like.
He has no idea that I exist on earth
He is just way too out of my league and is too much for me to handle.
The wit and the charm combined with his natural good looks and loveable aura of fresh coffee and light wind
He could just walk into a room and the whole room could light up with his presence
His words are enough to make me believe in fairy tales and wonderland
The way he speaks with the actions of his hands following his words with grace
His outfits that are just so out of this world and his cute little dimples
It's all too much
In a world of humans
I believe that you are an alien
Your extra good looks
And the smoothness of your voice with a touch of morning air
Even though I have never met you
I can almost smell your scent
Like morning dew with a drizzle of forest
Which just fits so perfectly with your lush green eyes
You have the whole world in the palm of your hand
Your voice is like sweet honey as natural as what bees make
Your words are just as meaningful
They urge me to be a better person
To observe before judging
To knock the surface before actually breaking free.
The rules you were bound with before is all gone
And now with the freeness of your character and strong personality
The whole world saw your actual deeds
The colourful strips of your shirts that support everyone
Age gender sexuality and colour
Were just another attribute to you
Not of any importance and yet you make the world so lovely to live in
Your songs and music
Are something everyone should see
But I'm too selfish to share
I'd rather have you as a treasure all to myself
Then have your voice and tone to be circulating the world
The values that you have taught are so much
And yet to today, I try to be a better person
I try to be as good and gentle
Yet charismatic and witty with a sprinkle of narcissism and a dash or two of sarcasm
And yet I find myself lagging a little behind which is quite alright.
People thought they knew you
They called you names and pointed fingers
But now they watch in awe and love
They have caught on to you and they just can't let go.
Author's note:
If you made it this far, please leave a comment telling me what your favourite song is. At the moment, I have been obsessed with the song Freckled Girl by Iron and Wine.
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