Why are you still on my mind?
You're always too easy to find.
You make me warm, and, for the first time I start to feel something start. Never mind my state of alarm.
What is this?
What is it?
Is it nostalgia?
Is it friendship?
Entertainment?
Serenity?
Happiness?
That smile, that smile. The way you talk and talk.
You look me in the eye, and for the first time I see it's hue. Not green, or blue, but a typical shade of brown. Brown, but true.
For the first time, I stare right back into them. Not on the floor, or at your mouth, or right past the ghost of you, but into them. Into your soul.
It's bright, even in the crowd or in the gloomy weather that stands tall. In it, I saw it's very light. Angelic and all.
What is this?
What is it?
And as we recall our old memories,
I notice now, that you've never really changed.
All my sadness, all my bitter flame;
run down to ashes, as soon as you came.
It's as if you were the rain.
You're far from my bane.
Although, one goodbye, and I've already begun to miss you. I start to wonder, when shall I next see you?
And when your hands pet my head to say goodbye, it was when I turned red. Now timid and shy.
You've taught me well and much more.
Away from lust, away from attraction.
For the first time, it was love. Love of no other. Love of no kind. Birthed without lust. Birthed without selfishness. Birthed without sin.
Innocent and soft. Like being held into your embrace.
Showered with your grace.
A love. Unexpected and gifted.
It's pure love, no less.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
