I’m too much of a dreamer to want anything less than a lovely you
Your eyes, your laugh curl the corners of my soul
And fold my bones to mold into you.
The loneliness of lovesick angels
Squeeze my heart till tears transpire
For the lovely dream of a lovely fool
Who only wants to encompass the earth.
I lay, I dream of starry nights and stolen glances
From days when your smile would reach down to my roots.
The captured tongues of forgotten angels
With wings trailing in the dust
Will mourn and choir my cast away conviction
To the deaf ears of the earth.
But I’m too much of a dreamer to give up loving such a lovely you.
I’ve been studying Poe, Howe, and a lot of other poets lately, so I’m probably going to be writing mostly poetry. Also, I might be in love..