Starry Poems

My Carol

Dedicated to foreworded

Call her the mind's hope protecting her locked deep inside. But beau, justice has not been done to how your smile is Godsent.

Love something, see it free. Craving you here beside. Because your dark skin shines through the night when the phone lights up.

Let me confess: She's emotionless but she'll make you feel more dear. No wait, she's pure but she's done worse. No, she's delightful to chant but she'll purse her lips in disgust when endorsed.

Her soul marked by hate and fear but she knows she's the fairest.

Let me sing: Give her a small smile in exchange for the cosmos lurking behind depths of her heart.

I've cried tears for the sixteen years I had spent life without you.

My beau, her soul so bright when she preaches for acceptance of faults-- begs her beloves must live in the love showered. She'll ignore her own advice until thrown to her face and spoon-fed to her.

Feed her words of encouragement as she fights her darkest thoughts; shower her with praises as she dances around her insecurities; shine love onto her until her smile caresses the breached mind.

Nature my beau for she shall bloom into calendula.

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You know what's so fucking FUNNY is that this has been here since March yet I only finished it yesterday. I work well under pressure but kids don't procrastinate, or but yet, don't have such great friends you can't write about❤

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY BEAU