my hands are bare though they seem to go from pale to golden
when my chest swells and i look at you
you haven't told anybody about me
at least that's what i believe
though the way you smile and grin
as though you're a madman
surely makes me think
that i'm something special
you have some sort of exuberance surrounding you
i love the way you laugh
and the way you whisper
i love the way you hand me your beer
the taste so bitter but yet somewhat priceless to you
i had missed you for so long
and in turn i tried to relate to every lana del rey song
but i got you back
and i'm not taking you for granted this time
you see
you carry your hard head on your strong shoulders
and you balance yourself so well
on that wobbly tightrope that lay beneath your curling toes
i've listened to your voice through the screen on my phone
and wondered how it would feel to be next to you again
little did i know that you were simply as soft as me
i always knew i loved you
though i must admit that you exceeded my expectations
YOU ARE READING
fly me to the moon
Poezjathe second set of poems i have published - currently updating but uncertain of how many chapters will be released ☾ this book explores the suffering faced on earth while falling in love with the the things above. ☽ rated as mature content
