Paper Kites

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¨In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through, Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you." I love the countryside in the morning. When the sun is hardly rising,when you can only see a sliver of its blazing ray peeking though and the fields are bright and glowing but still masked with the midnight dew that trickles your feet as you stroll though. I lay under the great oak tree with my arms and legs spread out like if I were making snow angles. Staring at the leaves on the oak tree, standing still even when the wind flows past it. The great oak is strong, it stands tall and confident but the branches and leaves are gentle. Never changing and always there for me, listen to my thoughts containing feelings for you. Each thought flows together like lyrics written on paper sweet and graceful. The trees are always there, they never leave me. I smile because you, you fill my heart and makes it sing and my voice chirps full of bliss.

¨Shall I write it in a letter? Shall I try to get it down?" I ask myself daily waiting for the moment, waiting for the chance to sing you my song like the blue jay that I remembered from when I was a girl. The Blue Jay I remember is electric blue fading into a oxford blue and the wings are peer white, cyan, and indigo. The Blue Jay is also thoughtful, brilliant, and curious, I have lost all faith that humanity to be a Blue Jay once again but when I see you, I see the Blue Jay restoring my faith. I try to write my thoughts down so maybe one day you'll finally understand but each thought escapes me before I truly get the chance to to get it down. Filling my head and unlike others i'm glad to have you near and always on my mind. You're my consent, no matter what my thoughts always seem to wonder to you. " Oh, you fill my head with pieces Of a song I can't get out."

"Can I be close to you?" I wanna reach for your hand, I wanna hold you close, I wanna kiss you, I wanna be close to you. But I'm scared, when I see your face I get butterflies in my stomach. It makes me grin and giggle at the thought of this because I realize how adorable you are and how much you've truly impacted my heart. At first I never realized how much I cared till I finally saw you for you and me with you.

"Can I take it to a morning where the fields are painted gold and the trees are filled with memories of the feelings never told?" When I think of you, I picture your smile. Your smile is gorgeous and colorful, it is bright and warm and it makes me and everyone around you smile too. You try to hide it but every once in blue moon you flash that loving smile and for a brief moment i'm home. But most of the time memories pop into head, each one fun and carefree. The memories are small and comfortable but in our little world their remarkable. Throughout every memories there are feelings never told, whispered into the air, feelings of joy, desire, passion, and warmth. Sometimes I wish I was brave and could tell you how I feel in every moment so I could be close to you.

"When the evening pulls the sun down, and the day is almost through, oh, the whole world it is sleeping, But my world is you." I should not say it nor will I but I am always waiting for the end of the day where I can finally see you. When the light from the glowing sun is barely showing and the air cool.When the stars start to show through the dense sky glossed with chalk blue and a backdrop of violet black. When I can see your smiling face, hear your lovable laugh, and feel your liveliness. When I know all my troubles are beside me and I can finally take in the moment for all it is and appreciate it.

"Can I be close to you?" Wanting is a truly strange addiction, the need for something is remarkable. I feel almost like I have a hopeless devotion for you. Lusting after you and the sweet hunger for you, I just finally want to be close to you. At first just the sight of you quenched my thirst. For a long time I was happy that I got to be near you. Feel your warmth, taste the sweetness in the air like cotton candy, smell your surgery aroma, hear your charming laugh, and see you smiling face and soft inviting eyes and tossed hair but in the end I just need more of you. So I ask the trees once again will I ever truly be close to you?

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