Words We Cannot Speak

Oxymoron

You are a supernova,
Your hair is fire which licks the tops of your milky collar bones.
You are a snowflake,
Your hair is ice and it freezes my thoughts to see how unique your pattern is.
You are poetry,
A daisy chain of intelligible letters and measured sentences and eye contact.
You are complication,
An iceberg; your surface is cool but below the depths you are more than the unknown.
You are sunshine,
Rays of smiling and open eyes (the sun on my back is warmth).
You are constellations;
The appreciation of stars and space and all that i wonder about.
You are freckles and ignorance.
You are everything,
You think you are nothing
But i wish i was enough to convince you otherwise.
Oh, what a fatal affliction it is to want to make everyone alright
(Please be alright).
-by holly