Your sleeping face gives me hope for a new day.
The color of the jewels you stole for irises give me dreams of happiness.
I get lost in your voice of fulfilled promises.
I don't understand how you've suddenly snatched the key to my heart.
I don't understand how you got so close to my thoughts.
I just don't understand where such a knight in shining armor came from.
I also don't understand why you chose me instead of another.
You chose me.
A person with more problems then you originally thought.
A girl bottling away so many emotions.
A young lady who is scared of her own thoughts and ideas.
A woman who has been told to tone it down because she is strong.
I just don't know why you picked me.
I can't touch you physically.
I can't hold you in my arms and kiss your cheeks.
The only warmth I recognize as yours is from when my phone begins to over heat.
I don't know what you smell like.
I don't know how soft your skin is.
I don't know how silky your brown locks are as you push them back.
You picked me.
A person states away from reach.
A girl who stresses about her grades instead of her health.
A young lady who is a ticking time bomb of wants and need.
A woman of burning desires that flash across her eyes.
I don't know how I got so lucky.
You bewilder me with every soft grin.
You shock me with every compliment on my "perfection".
You surprise me with every gentle kiss against your microphone and camera.
My heart pounds at the sound of your voice in my ear.
My legs grow weak from the gentle whispers you give me when I'm in need of help.
My chest tightens from the names you call me.
Whether it be, darling, baby, your girl, or something else.
There always seems to be a name.
A song has reached my ears upon your request.
Vanilla Twilight by Owl City.
A melody of hushed promises and compliments.
An orchestra of words you want to be "ours".
This must be a dream.
I must be dreaming about the man on the other line.
I must be fantasizing that you have devoted yourself to a backwater princess like me.
I must be delusional to think that you are real.
It feels like I could wake up at any moment.
Even though I pinch myself repeatedly and run cool water over my face.
I beg for it all to be real.
I plead with whoever reigns from above to finally give me a break.
I hope and pray for just... a sliver of happiness.
And I think that my wishes... have finally been answered. 💚
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A Girl's Collection
PoetryThis book isn't a story. This is in fact a collection poems that I have written myself. These are all different pieces that I have created over the course of years and I wanted to share them with you all. Many poems are deep and sad. Making many vie...
