he's a boy from an island
he's a man from where the sun never dies,
where the heat hugs your skin,
he's from a place where no snow lays on the surface of earth,
from my cold hands,
my red nose,
i have met the sun.
I have met the heat,
from my heart made of snow.
i am a girl from the north.
he's a blonde boy who was raised by the beach.
and our polarity, created the perfect temperature.
he's a man from so far away,
as I close my eyes every night,
i see us dancing with the stars,
i see us together, like we were days ago.
and waiting to be by your side, feels like eternity.
sixteen days,
feeling like forever to wait.
forever to be in your arms.
He's a boy from an island,
he's a man more man than most of,
veins through his arms,
earth tectonics plates shakes from his steps,
and it makes me loose control.
oh, there so much metaphor I could use,
but none of them
would describe how much I love you.
and I know,
you'll say I'm corny,
that im maybe too romantic,
oh, I know boy,
oh, i and I know,
I can be crazy,
so crazy.
I know, I can be outta my mind for you,
and I can describe your every moves,
who cares, no description could top off just looking with my bare eyes,
stars in my sight,
I can't stop.
and I get it,
I can be crazy,
mad crazy,
but I swear,
i do love you.
no paradise compared,
none can.
I'd live forever, eternity,
immortality
standing by your side.
or I'd do.
you know I'd do.
just so we can die, immortal.
watching Andromeda,
closely colliding with us.
he's someone,
even if it's hard for everyone to understand,
oh as long as I get it,
as long as I'm happy,
he's someone to me,
more than anything,
and why would I feel anything less than this?
what would be the point of it? I mean.
close to you,
met you a Sunday,
made love on a Monday.
next week you asked me to be yours,
I said yes.
how could I say anything less.
Close 2 u,
oh, forever & more.
that's love.
i luv u.
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Am Ende gibt es keine. Es gibt nur Hoffnung.
PoetryAm Ende gibt es keine. Es gibt nur Hoffnung. . [In the end there is none. There is only hope.] What to wait from the future, in the end of it all, the void : we are strangers of what would be waiting above us. To understand what we can't, to fill ou...