III.
I had my chance thousands of years ago
But that is long past
I missed my shot when I threw you away
Now I see that you were the author of my fate
And so my future is gone with you
I lie awake and count the things that once were perfect
But I still couldn't seem to notice;
How you smiled at me when I didn't understand
The easiest of things
How your eyes shifted colour all the time
Like a little uneven white stripe
in the oceanSo calm and
Way too deep
They were blue green grey orange brown black yellow;
How we spent the night counting stars
How you were the most beautiful of them all
Your nose small and cute
Eyelids dyed with veins so blue
Your eyelashes dark and gorgeous
Lips red as roses
Cheeks flushed with laughter
How you danced like no one was there
Like you didn't care if anyone judged you
Your bearhugs that never seemed to end
And i wish they never had;
You wrote down your thoughts in your book
The book that only I was allowed to go near
Because they were too heavy to lift
So you left them on the paper alone with ink
I have never met anyone more stubborn
And i love that about you
You never give up on anything
You always fight the fight until it's all over;
Everything was
so perfect
From your head
To your toes
To your fingertips;
All your flaws and all your beautys
Your face but also your mind
An unshaped diamond
Who still couldn't help but shine;
How couldn't I see the way you looked at me
Just like I look at you now
I didn't understand that we were so perfect
That I was the one for you
And you were the only one for me
That you lifted me up
When no one else could
That we seeked each other's trust
And didn't care about anyone else's;
How we were made for each other
We fitted so good
We were the perfect partners in crime
Much like Bonnie and Clyde;
Why didn't I notice that
If I had noticed
You would still be here
And we would still be perfect
Why did I not notice?
I should have a long time ago.
Right?
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Flos Chorum - (n.) Dancing Flower
PoetryThis is so bad, I'm so sorry, i started writing this when I was like 13, but anyway; •A poetry collection for lost souls• I have written all the poems in this book and the cover is also made by me. Feel free to correct any spelling mistakes and I wo...