Everything you do is an enigma to me
Yet all so tranquilizingly familiar.
Every movement you make is an earthquake
That rocks me to sleep.
Every breath that you take is a cyclone
That sings to me my favorite song.
Every word you say is radical
And I could recite every last one.
Every time your eyes meet mine
I become hopelessly lost in their uncharted color
And they lead me home.
Your smell is extrinsic
Reminiscent of the best-loved book on my shelves.
The whole of your being is riddled with the complexity of simplicity.
p.e.j
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Poems that Nobody Reads
PoesiaA collection of poems that I write that everyone thinks are stupid (and they're probably right).
