Can I trace over your bottom lip with my fingertip?
Can I slide my hands over your shoulders? Can I line your heartbeat up against mind and pause, wait, breathe with you?
Can I see into the stream of thoughts running through your mind? Can I absorb every fleeting feeling you experience?
Can I ask you to tell me about everything you love? Everything you've ever loved? Everything you are passionate about?
I want nothing more than to know you. I want nothing more than to immerse myself in your thoughts for five minutes, to be able to think the way you do. To be able to see things the way you do.
You are an earthquake. You are a whirlwind of change, of new possibilities. You are happiness and the summer sun and every beautiful melody --
Thank you for proving to me that people like you still exist. Thank you for ending the seemigly never-ending monotonous cycle that I have been subjected to for years. Thank you for making me feel like I've been born again as a new person, as a better person.
I am no longer numb.
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The Second Time
Puisi☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
