My deepest thanks
To you
Who gives me life.
A part of me,
Like my ever-beating heart -
Thumping a crescendo
Of mortal bliss.
Or my mind of metal -
Malleable
Only with your embrace
Rising up in waves
through the confines of my skull.
You are my translator,
My companion,
My endless Spotify playlist.
My angel in a cave -
Reborn when the door is opened.
Heavenly gospels surround you.
You dispel boredom
When snacks are low
And videos are buffering.
You turn ordinary occasions
Into delusions of grandeur
And glorified Disney films.
In castles at night
You break free.
And the air is empty
Without you to melody
The percussion of my footsteps.
A complex instrument;
I tinkered and toyed
With you to fix the settings
Just right.
Only I know which buttons to press.
A box that can never be stolen.
A phone that can never be lost.
Priceless, worthless
To some, but unique
To me, and my future
Depends on you sticking around.
Through you
I connect to
Everything.
Anything.
Everything.
My most sacred art,
Dont leave me alone
If you have a choice.
You are my heart;
You are my home;
You are my voice.
My deepest thanks,
To you
Who gives me life.
My deepest thanks.
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Poems of my Mind
PoesiaThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
