damn,
i may brush it off, and i'm intimidated and apprehensive whenever i see you, hurts like heaven it is, but i really want you besides me.
each ode i write, every locutions, designations, appelations, you're the one stimulating my soul, the same time who's breaking it.
i think it's time that i'll be honest; i shouldn't have been too stubborn and contumacious. i should've have been percipient to the things you said.
shouldn't have acted like reality can't take you away from me.
i've fixed my gaze a far from you, catching a glimpse of you conquer each bit of your anxiety and lowering the ropes of your insecurities.
you've come this far and i'm actually really proud.
seen you perform to a new audience. had to witness you take your world to a new level. and it just exploded one by one like sparklers on new years eve. that's something positive now. keep it up.
your soothing and pulchritudinous voice mesmerizing every inch of my mentality and mind. you'd be the muse serenading me once again for all about a billion times,
you're developing. metaphorically, you're a cherry blossom. i hope not only in spring you shall bloom, but for the rest of the season.
i only wish you happiness.
there were so many thoughts i wanted to share, but i think it's best that i don't speak of them anymore.
be happy :)
here i am at 6:46 in the morning thinking about you when i should be forgetting all what i left behind. heh,
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I Hope He Buys You Flowers
De TodoPoems written a long time ago. Inspired by the Greek myth of Apollo and Daphne. (Daphne was a Naiad Nymph in Greek Mythology, and was the daughter of a river god. She was famous for being incredibly beautiful and for catching the eye of Apollo...
