dear past me if i saw you today,
i'd hold you and i'd tell you,
about all the sweet rose pink flowers of spring,
i'd tell you about the skies of blue and summer sun,
i'd tell you all the ways i watched you grow,
all the ways i felt the snow beneath my toes,
i would speak with wonder and excitement,
when you mention my hair,
i'd speak with fire and flames when you see the intense passion,
i'd hold you close and whisper softly,
that everything isn't perfect,
but that everything will indeed be okay.
i'd encapsulate and shadow you,
as nothing more than who i used to be,
but that i love every part of you,
and that no matter what you end up to do,
i'll always be a hand to hold.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
