Whispers Of Our Soul

Filter

my fingers dance lightly on the keys
this is the first poem
i will be writing about him
it is special
i need to find the right words to say
so they may see you as i do
where do i start

your eyes.
oh yes.
deep brown. chocolate pools i would do anything to get lost in. i want to know what those eyes look like in the sunlight, at 3am, right before we kiss. blue eyes are lovely but brown eyes. your eyes, are breathtaking.

your hair.
curly and tangled and puppy dog colored to match your eyes. i want to wrap those curls into my hands. i want to know what your six am bed head looks like. keep it longer darling i i want the ends to tickle my neck when we touch.

your hands.
i can't get enough of them. something about the way they move; i swear i can feel their ghosts resting on my back, my cheek, my leg. i want your fingers to hold onto mine like it's the last thing keeping them alive. i want your hands to hold me together when i'm falling apart.

your voice.
oh no.
how will i stop once i start? deep and sonorous and sweet. i can't describe it. you don't talk to much but when you do, i crane my neck because even the slightest whisper uttered from your lips sends chills down my spine. i want to know how it sounds late at night right before we fall asleep. i want to hear my name play on your tongue and fly into the air.

still my fingers dance across keys because no matter how much i tell you or how many times i drill it i it your head, you will never see him as i do.

his movements won't seem as graceful and fluid as they do to me. his smile won't be enough to get you through the day like it does me. you can't see him the way i do.

because, dears, a filter of love has been placed over my vision. and i'm not entirely sure i want to take it off.
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