The lines of fate on my hand,Drying iced to the wind that blows from the north,And my hair catching the falling snowflakes in autumn,Melting in the air,Crystallizing like the rings of Saturn,
And I would blush and look away,When your ocean-blue eyes would look my way,
Like an ephemeral sense of eternity,I'd be flashed by a rainbow,The pastel glitter tainting my verse,And I felt like I had fallen on fireworks,
And the sparks would fly,When we would drive by,And the town would have their eyes on us,
We're that sensational couple,The pride of the campus,And they would gawk at the story of us,
And it's wonderful to think,When you are in love,Nothing matters to you,Everything is wonderful enough,
But the heartbreaks and the sadness, and the trauma,breaks it out of your mess,
But we would sustain it, longer than forever,Confess our truth, we would burn the secret letters,
And I've fallen too,Will you fall for me?And the sky is pink today like a teenage dream for our destiny,
And forgive me for believing in love,And being so in love,And so not attentive to what you were saying,
"What?"I've fallen? Yes, I know,But you should know how hard it is to control,
And I would hang at your house all day and all night,Hang around the kitchen corner,And we'd have pillow fights at night,
And we would drive down to the beach,With your arms around me,It's so magical,It's wonderful,It's special,
And our love, it's fearless,
And I hope the sun keeps shining like this on us,Even though I know forever isn't enough,I know someday I would lose you,But today is not that day,And I "shouldn't live in this moment",Who are they to say?
Because we made up all of our perfect life,Feels like one big dream,And the way I looked into your mystic eyes,And I felt a sense of everything, and everything, and everything,And maybe all of the perfect lies I was told by the crowd it seems,They had been outlawed a long while ago by a huge degree,So I just hold your hand,Make you my man,Take the first step into oblivion to understand,And then fall on fireworks,Never to land.
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PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
