This poem was edited and added to by my dear friend Lunden.
Long are the nights,
In which love pursues my obedience the most.
Love,
Leaving the dewiest of mornings, quiet
And the saltiest of seabreezes,
Screaming in the dark.
My sight, like a steam covered window,
How it lingers and then changes.
How my eyes try to memorize the places
Love left at our last encounter
It's maple syrup kisses printed on my palms
They, too sweet for my health
Love whispered in his ear, and let him become
An artist painting the portrait of a snow-covered forest.
With my heart as the canvas,
Transcending me to places,
That once stood undiscovered,
Without me even having to move my feet.
How love chipped at my heart and evolved it,
From its pure elementary state
Into a diamond,
So I could approach him
He looks into my crystallized eyes
As if they could create entire oceans
Just by me blinking.
Oceans that could entice and pull him under,
And how willing would he be
To just drown
And never ask for air?
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoésieLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
