you're here that's the thing, ʙᴇᴀʙᴀᴅᴏᴏʙᴇᴇ, 01.04
press your shoulder against mine
together in silence we watch the sky.
you make the beats i sing,
running through a meadow in spring.
someday we should dance in the rain together,
so please promise you'll stay for worse or for better.
a constellation apart, i watch you from the moon alone,
hoping you think of me upon your sixth planet throne.
i have you here by my side, and you have me on yours,
and i hope you will stay with me through the years.
i love you more than words could ever allow;
i want to stay with you forever and always, starting right now.
YOU ARE READING
[14] - monday's child.
Poetry𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. original poetry i wrote at fourteen.