Dedicated to saturnine--
I fell for a being unearthly real.
She has the brown eyes that drown my heart in pools of self-love, baby I can never find the right comparison to how desirable your eyes are, all I know is I've felt love in the warmth of brown. I envision them as chocolate melting on a delighted child's lips. The brown eyes filled with stars, a constellation of platonic love.
Mon chèrie, with curls weaving my universe, hair wild and unkempt as the soul of this poet. Dark waves moved by winds, yet static when brushed. A furious lion mane, your courage dances with the beat of your prideful stride.
I plead to an existence above to share the secret on how a perfect smile came to be, a smile rumoured to form the universe, a celestial embodied smile new as the sunrise and as old as a sunset-- so beautiful she doesn't even know it. The smile has stolen millions of hearts.
She'll beam at the smallest things, making her the light in the room.
I talk for the girl who danced in flower gardens and befriended stray dogs, the girl who ranted about Peppa pig and dark societies, I am never tired because her voice is dipped in chocolate-- too sweet to be ignored, she's a temptation.
A girl picking flowers to hand out to random strangers, pure innocence blooms from within. A girl with sappy books and clingy lines, a true author written on legendary pages. A girl who's darkest thoughts keep her awake, sleepless nights create her greatest stories. The girl, she who is strong enough to listen to her demons yet sings symphonies for suffering hearts.
I fell for an angel:
Dark wings crafted by elegant judgments and endowed ambitions. Snipped halo, golden paint fading in the night's glow. Her emotions entertain the tainted...
I fell for a devil:
Talons made to break a dear heart, love in the gloaming truth. The torn bright dress was worn to impress, yet it reveals her immorality and deformities.
I fell for a being heavenly imperfect.
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The first poem that took so long to complete-- a whole ass three weeks or more. But it's understandable, knowing how complicated saturnine-- can be.
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Starry Poems
PoetryJust a few poems my mind formed by using wordings and trying to make it into something worth reading.