to the boy who looks all soft and saccharine,
oh, how have you been?
to the soul that makes living seem so simple,
please don't say you'll only be a fickle friend.
everything of you is so other worldly,
it's sometimes too much to take in.
even when your minds astray,
you seem so perfectly fit within
heaven and the place beneath.
i've convinced myself that you're an angel,
which is why i'm afraid to speak.
for if you fly too far away,
it would be very sad to see you leave.
tiny taps on shoulder blades,
echo in between my brain.
and if rain patters down my windowpane,
i'll think of you, earth angel:
and try to remember your face the same.
YOU ARE READING
a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.
Poetryventing via poetry, as it seems to move me forward ... enjoy! most of these are probably gonna be super lovey dovey. ♡
