Burnt orange and red
the leaves still dance above my head
Burnt orange and red and evergreen
there is still so much more to be seen
I'm waiting
but not on you,
your hand is already in mine
we are always a half-step out of time
I wait on open doors
on dreams of things that I don't speak
I haven't said to you
how I want everything -
My own place, my own space
to fill it with love and laughter and spiritual joy
to decorate it with lavender and lilies and late night conversation and dreams in the afternoon
to paint with deep purple and periwinkle blue
to pin up tapestries, and lace-trimmed curtains and paintings of my own
to build with books and writings and teachings
to care for whatever animals I bring with me
to care for myself
to love myself, again, wholly
to enjoy my own company
and then, invite you over for coffee and steak and eggs
to be my friend
how I want it all
how I wait for my life to begin
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Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
