31/12/16 1:41 am
i used to think i was really good with words, that you could put me in any situation and i would find the right thing to say – until i realized reality was much different than what i had imagined for so long. you see, the poets were wrong, you really can run out of rhymes; because as soon as you step in, all words my little brain has ever come across burn into ashes and get carried away with the tornado of my thoughts, and suddenly i don't know if time is real or if it's nothing but another creation of my own hallucinations. that is, because, all words i could ever be looking for bow at your feet, forming the most fascinating masterpiece to ever walk this earth. your eyes – which happen to be my favorite place to get lost in – are made out of letters written in the most beautiful font to exist. your hair strands could be easily mistaken for violin chords, for when you laugh, musical notes flow out of your lips and aim straight to my heart, leaving me breathless and gasping for more – i guess you now know what my favorite song is.
i've always been in love with words, something always pulled me into them. maybe that's why i find myself always coming back to you;
you're my favorite definition of poetry.
you know who you are.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poetryyou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
