i will tell you a tale of the one i love
the one who stole my heart
and pieced me back together
though i thought i'd gone too far
they knew me best right from the start
they saw right into my deepest parts
they held me close when i cried
and saw right through my every lie
they carried me high upon their shoulders
even when they carried their own boulders
and in my worst, most terrible, and darkest hours
they made light bloom from the dark like flowers
i never knew love could taste so sweet
or that it would have such a pleasant beat
i didn't think it would be so wonderfully wild
or make me feel, once again, like a child
it stole the air right from my lungs
that feeling of being so wonderfully young
and it hit so hard i could barely speak
and made the world look much less bleak
i wouldn't trade this for the world
'cause around their finger i am curled
you see, they're my all, my everything
for them, i continue to fall and still sing
because the fall is a terrific flight
and the view is an even better sight
but even better than the fact that i am theirs
is the impossible fact that they are mine
this is worth more than gold, this love we share
i love how our hearts and hands intertwine
if anyone asks why i smile so wide
their name is the first upon my lips
the love i feel i cannot hide
i love all their curves and bumps and dips
they saw right through into my soul
the way no one else ever has or will
my whole brain, heart, and body they stole
as long as i love them i won't be still
my thoughts jumble and my heart sings
as long as they are here with me
they are worth much more than anything
because nothing else makes me so free
they lean in close
my heart explodes
i want to over-dose
until my mind over-loads
they are the air i breathe
the song i love to sing
i beg them to never leave
they are my all, my everything
if they left, so would my heart
i would be like a ghost
ripped to shreds, torn apart
i would be dead, almost
this love i feel is no joke
they are my life, my very air
and without them i would choke
but with them i have no cares
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
