I cannot always articulate the ways that I feel, but with you I try and I try until the time runs out and the thoughts start to leave my mind like a warm winter breeze.
To have thoughts about you lights every spark in my brain.
While even though not all of them are pure, all of them are made of love.
Hand crafted in my heart to place butterflies in my stomach, made to be spoken, but sometimes I cannot release these words in the way they were made to be.
Sometimes no matter how hard I try I cannot say the right things and put the letters in the air in the correct places to form a sound so soothing.
When I describe things to strangers there are times when it becomes so difficult to place words with you.
I've began to believe it is not myself who cannot fathom the sound and that it is simply you who cannot be placed underneath a word.
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Glue Bound Glass
PoesiaA compilation of cryptic, mind playing poetry. From the simplest nothing to heartfelt hatred.
