1:46 a.m.

42: Ethereal

ethereal is delicate
it's describes a rose
rising from the ashes
and the girl whose beauty
ripples through my chest.
it is the edge of her lips
rising and twisting upwards
towards her eyes.
her eyes that light up
sparkling in laughter
are best described as ethereal.
it is the laughter that rings out
declaring her content
and the crinkle in her nose
symbolizing her joy.
ethereal is her voice
reciting pretty words
in front of the crowd
and whispering love letters
in the dark.
ethereal are the hands
reaching out to mine
rattling my lungs and sending a shake
through my vocal cords
ethereal is the warmth in my stomach
shooting a chill through my body,
the wringing of my hands
turning my fingers white,
the quickening of my heartbeat
to a pace I'm sure isn't healthy
when she lingers beside me.
when her voice is close to my ear
her hands brushing up against mine,
her eyes glaring into my body,
her beauty so magnified
that the world spins slower
and the crowd silences
and my heart is screaming at me
to love her.
when I have no choice but to love her.
it is ethereal.
the word is not overbearing,
but just strong enough to describe
this inexplicable love.
ethereal is delicate.

c.d.

a/n: I forgot about this book. I haven't written a lot lately, but I wrote this. and the girl I wrote it about liked it. but, she didn't know it was about her. I sent her a poem saying I loved her, and she has no idea. anyways, I don't know if I'll ever update this book again. maybe I'll start a new one, who knows. I don't really know why I'm posting this, i don't use wattpad anymore and I feel like I'm just screaming into this void with no one listening. but she liked this poem, so I figured it was worth sharing.