My sister bought a post card
with potatoes on it and I thought of you.
And I bet you already knew,
but I think you're an amazing singer.
If every finger
on my both hands
could pan for gold in your eyes
I would.
Because you may think they're
just dark brown,
but I hear the sound
of the ocean in them.
Once again, I can't help but compare
your flowing hair
to the waves.
And your each curl
paves it's way around your face.
Every hair falling in place
until I'm forced to admit:
You look like space
to someone who's been grounded
for standing up for what they believe in.
And I believe in you.
And those potatoes
are actually
rotten tomatoes
that we can throw at our enemies.
But we purposely miss
because we don't want to dip
down to their level.
We won't fall down that bevel.
And I choose to believe
if we made a snow man
when I went to get arms from the trees
you'd yell at me to freeze
and make sure I knew,
we could find arms on the ground
if we could just look around.
Because why would you rip
an arm off a tree
for something that's gonna melt
and the tree would've felt
me pulling off its limbs.
Because
why would you tip an arm off a tree?
And you say you laugh like a man
but your laugh is the sand.
It may be annoying sometimes,
and gets in unconventional places,
but you can't have the beach without the sand.
And the you can't have the ocean without
the land.
So let me anchor my ship
on your shore,
because the more
I see of your ocean
the more I want the explore
your jungle.
Okay so this is dedicated to one of the greatest people I know, Gabby. You guys should go follow her like right now because she's awesome. I'm not kidding, do it now:
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