to the boy with the dimples
i read books that cause me to think of you.
the sun whispers that she is shining upon your caramel skin.
and suddenly i wish to touch her rays.
i wish you knew that you look like rain underwater.
i always seem to see your face in the puddles the clouds gifted to these slanted roads.
they constantly lead to you.
i would connect your beauty into constellations,
if your lips don't capture mine before i can.
but for tonight, i'll let you keep them.
for every ounce of my being has always been yours.
i tell my pen my secrets, and you my dreams.
your mind deserves better than to be polluted with troubles.
i'll tell you how the ocean draws me in with the tide.
i'll brush the salt from my skin.
for the only thing that ever belonged on it, was your touch.
