I want him
I want him so bad
Can I be the words of your poetry
Am I the face of your heart
Do you stay up till 4 am wishing
Hoping
That one day you could wake up
And roll over into my arms?
11:11 wishes and bright stars
With I may, wish I might
To have this wish I will be wishing
For the rest of my life
Oh god, his eyes
They are a million diamonds
Staggered together to create a
Constellation of beauty
And his hair
It is a thousand strands of silk
Woven together creating a
Sanctuary for my tired hands
His smile makes me melt
It feels like a warm bath
Enhanced with droplets of sunshine
And shaded with the stars
His laugh makes angels cry
For they could never match a sound
Like the whisper of a waterfall
Or the twinkling of snowflakes
I want him
I want him so bad
I want his arms enveloping my body in warmth
I want his eyes to find only me in a crowd of people
I want his smile to shine across the sheets at me after 3am kisses
I want his laugh to echo across our house because he loves me
I want to love him and only him
I want to devote my life and being to him
I want him to love me and only me
I want him to devote his life and being to me
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
