You remind me of the sunsets i witness. always different and
beautiful. mesmerizing and captivating as if we were opening
our eyes to the world for the first time. you're unique
like every sunset is, for its sheer beauty is nothing in
comparison with you. the stars that fill the sky seem to buzz
with life, like you, when you smile. your simple, yet so
complex structure makes me feel like a scientist, exploring a
chemicals properties for the first time. i want to look inside
your soul, and add coal to your already blazing fire. never did
i ever want to see you become someone with red, swolen eyes.
you paint a picture better than the mona lisa and brighter than
the sun. your skin so ageless and your mind ruthless. you blaze
a path that leads to my heart, showing me that love is within.
you have shown me the world from your versatile and exquisite
mind. never has the world looked so good. you hold your heart
in your hands so steady, feeling the muscle contract and expand
with every pump, you look at it like you have found the worlds
mysteries. you are something of fairytales, something a woman
would never dare to dream up. not without consulting her doctor
beforehand. yet, there you lay. your legs sprawled out upon the
grass, handfulls of it in your hands. your jeans brown with
dirt and your eyes glistening. your mouth, moving whispering
what sound like symphonies in my ears. and my heart. my heary
just smiles.
Sunsets
are a symbol of one view,
When a being looks up with no
clue.
Those that are simply two wings of
the same bird,
Obliviously continue on without a
word.
Days full of a lowest
feeling,
To an evening calm, weightless,
appealing.
Up until their final, beatiful,
flawless hours,
Souls receive bullets
and flowers.
At a
few minutes
before four,
Peeta turns
to me
again.
"Your favorite
color...
it's green?"
"That's right."
Then I
think of
something
to add.
"And yours
is orange."
"Orange?"
He seems
unconvinced.
"Not bright
orange.
But soft.
Like the
sunset,"
I say.
"Atleast,
that's what
you told
me once."
"Oh."
He closes
his eyes
briefly,
maybe trying
to conjure
up that
sunset,
Then nods
his head.
"Thank you."
But more
words tumble
out.
"You're a
painter.
You're a
baker.
You like
to sleep
with the
windows open.
You never
take sugar
in your
tea.
And you
always double-knot
your shoelaces."
Then I
dive into
my tent
before I
do somthing
stupid like
cry.
few minutes
before four,
Peeta turns
to me
again.
"Your favorite
color...
it's green?"
"That's right."
Then I
think of
something
to add.
"And yours
is orange."
"Orange?"
He seems
unconvinced.
"Not bright
orange.
But soft.
Like the
sunset,"
I say.
"Atleast,
that's what
you told
me once."
"Oh."
He closes
his eyes
briefly,
maybe trying
to conjure
up that
sunset,
Then nods
his head.
"Thank you."
But more
words tumble
out.
"You're a
painter.
You're a
baker.
You like
to sleep
with the
windows open.
You never
take sugar
in your
tea.
And you
always double-knot
your shoelaces."
Then I
dive into
my tent
before I
do somthing
stupid like
cry.
keegster's format
I hope one day, somebody
loves
you so much, that
they
see violets in the bags under your eyes,
see violets in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets
i n
the d
o w n w
a r d
arch o f
your
l i p s .
That they recognize you as something green, and growing, even if you are growing sideways ////////////////
THAT THEY DO NOT WATSE THEIR TIME TRYING TO FIX YOU. ♥
That they recognize you as something green, and growing, even if you are growing sideways ////////////////
THAT THEY DO NOT WATSE THEIR TIME TRYING TO FIX YOU. ♥
And I'll be here by the ocean
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
Just waiting for proof that there's sunsets and silhouette dreams
All my sand castles fall like the ashes of cigarettes
And every wave drags me to sea
I could stand here for hours
Just to ask God the question, "Is everyone here make-believe?"
With a tear in His voice, He says, "Son, that's the question."
Does this deafening silence mean nothing to no one but me?
"You Be The Anchor That Keeps My Feet On The Ground,
I'll Be The Wings That Keep Your Heart In The Clouds" -
Mayday Parade
________________________________
This is my wish for you:
Comfort on difficult days.
Smiles when saddness intrudes.
Rainbows to follow the clouds.
Laughter to kiss your lips.
Sunsets to warm your heart.
Hugs when spirit sags.
Beauty for your eyes to see.
Friendship to brighten your being.
Faith so you can believe.
Confidence for when you doubt.
Courage to know yourself.
Patience to accept truth.
Love to complete your life.
________________________
footprints on the
beach
Hearing kids play, waves crashing
While the sunsets drain.
Hearing kids play, waves crashing
While the sunsets drain.
