Watch something that you need.
Watch something that you need to breathe.
Watch something of your own expiration.
( Imagine a bunch of rando instrumental music )
I got 30 more days
I got 30 more days with you
I'm not dressing up for this, because I know being pretty is the worst thing I could do.
Did you ever look around us my friend?!
See the trees?
Those are flowers that are born from the grass.
See leaves?!
The are born the trees soft, moist,
woodwork.
See the sky
it was born from the suns rays
and raised high above by the mountains!
Watch.
Watch it all.
Watch something of your own expiration.
You were laying under me playing with my hair like you were a cat.
I love you.
You were kicking around the soccer ball like we were playing ping pong expecting me to catch it in the end.
What even is a friend?
You and your pitiful little mind was lying on my shoulder.
WAIT
That wasnt me.
You were lying on her shoulder
You were kicking the ball to her
You were playing with HER hair only leaving me and wonder.
How does that happen?
How do I create THAT with someone.
I see the happiness in your eyes...
and whether its the boy who lays on her shoulder
or the boy kicks the ball to her
or the girl that plays with her hair...
I want to create what ever that mind tingling, heart racing, fear catching, loving eyes, tender moment, perfect days, every second better than the next kind of feeling... with any of you
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Sorry that these have mostly been love poems, that's just what I feel like writing right now.
