All the stars that shine every night,
I now see them in the flicker of your smile.
With your arms outstretched, you landed in my life like a meteor, forming a crater lake.
All this water, it falls in my heart with the pain of unfinished stories.
Do I deserve it all? All the stories you gave me to live in?
All the outpouring of comfort that I will repay with my whole life?
I don't know, but I do know that I am selfish enough to want it.
And listening to all these worthwhile anecdotes, even if the last train leaves, I will wait at the station with you.
Even if it means waiting forever, I will be there, painting on your blues.
And all of it that I have received, with a hint of ichor and an ocean of gold,
I will give it back with the stator of a mountain, loving it a thousand fold.
YOU ARE READING
And the Petals Fall
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
