🖊Dear diary,
Wait maybe I mean bae?
You wanted to be my book? 📒 So everything I write will be saved?
On your one subject notebook. College ruled paper
However, they will be lifetime entries
Taking up volume in your 🧠 grey matter, and as a matter of fact
There are over a trillion nerves in the central nervous system,
Did you know that?
And I swear you get on every single one of them. That's a snapple fact
Dear baby,
Oops I mean diary
When our nerve endings collide I get in touch with my anxiety
My mind and I fancy knowing your propriety
I just want to lay around and talk about society
Co existing with varieties
Of land, filled with pain and oceans deep with lies
And skies are blue with sorrow
But how you make every geographical feature exotic and every ocean refilled with love of ever lasting tomorrow's.
When I have on the lens of you. You are my filter
The shades that are tangent to my face
Keeping away these ultraviolet waves
I do consign to oblivion on oppression, world wars, and the Great Depression
You're my industrial revolution. My renaissance period
So perfect that you're like a personified sculpture
You are walking art
Dear diary
I hate elbows but I like yours
I'll creep up your spine while reading you no need to exchange words
I'll fall in love with your nooks and crannies and your signature curves
Dear diary
It's possible you will never love me like I can love you
My deepest feelings may surpass your cognitive abilities on love
You don't see the stars like I do
But baby the stars see you ✨
YOU ARE READING
Walking Poetries
PoetryThank you for viewing 🙏🏾 All of my pieces are pieces of me. I hope sharing them will bring some peace to you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. Take care! Stay blessed! Much love 💕 ✨🤞🏾
