until i found you (piano version), ꜱᴛᴇᴘʜᴇɴ ꜱᴀɴᴄʜᴇᴢ, 00.33
your cursive's knit like a tight wool sweater,
your hands are rough yet light as a feather.
scribbles to others, poetry to me,
like a language only we know secretly.
for you, i burn,
i burn so beautifully.
but whenever you're all i see,
my only little love,
your smile melts me.
your eyes are a fire consuming me whole,
spreading warmth through my body and soul.
your smile is a breeze of warm summer days,
the wind rises when i see your face.
fly me to saturn, we'll dance on her rings,
you captivate me more than any pretty thing.
let me linger, just a little bit longer,
i've got you wrapped around my finger,
let me kiss you a little bit softer.
YOU ARE READING
[14] - monday's child.
Poésie𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 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.