the second i fell for you, i knew i
was doomed
but i couldn't help
feeling something in my chest
crack open
at the sound of your voice and the
spark in your eyes
when you spoke of the things you
love most
-- pianos, and rainy nights
for they were a home
trees, and starry skies
for they were the world
tears, and pretty lies
for they were a comfort --
and i remember thinking
G o d
i wish your
e y e s
would l i g h t u p
like that
when you speak
o f m e
YOU ARE READING
nectar and gold
Poetrynot all that is sweet is nectar and not all that glitters is gold // a collection of poetry, written by yours truly
