Not So Poetry

New Muse

Oh pretty boy,

Sing to me.

Fill the void of my heart with your acapella song.

Bring me from the underworld and melt the world with your richful voice.

You're nothing I've ever known and yet I don't know you yet.

You don't try to give me empty words and fill me with your honesty.

You make me melancholy when you're away but I never feel like you would ever truly leave.

Your sweet voice would stir me in my sleep and give me dreams of our better tomorrow.

I have tried to imagine futures with so many people but yet I can imagine the little things like unclogging the shower and going to the grocery store with you.

I don't see the fantasies of what could instead I see what shall be.

I want to curl my fingers in your hair and count the small stars on your face.

Let me see the rare deep forest and feel their gentle touches of wind in your emerald eyes.

I hope this idea of us is true because I don't know what love could be if it isn't with you.

You're the imperfectly, perfect, pretty boy.