Your face. Your body.
That look. Those hands.
That smile. Those lips.
That heart is so innocent,
Yet
that mind is so corrupted
The
way you only speak unless spoken to
The
delicacy in your words lets me know
that you hear me
Yet
the tone in your voice lets me know
that you want me
The
way you grab me feels strong enough to be terrified
Yet
right enough to be satisfied
If
I were a painter you’d be my ‘Starry Night’
But
in reality, standing in a room, you’re the shining star
And
I am but a simple writer
I
could probably capture your perfection with
my words
But
I would never be able to recreate
the way you look right now
Daydreaming
of the art I could make of you
My
finest piece
Memorable.
Irreplaceable. Sensational.
They
would go on decades from now
Speaking
on the phrases I chose to describe
The time I took down a star from the sky
And undressed its fire and made it mine
I
must sacrifice greatness for sanity
Because
If I do write about you
It might mean something
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