I'll name you Olivia;
Oh you'll live like the dust of the universe has settled in the tiny cracks of your soul,
Iridescent glimmers of starlight will radiate like a nebula,
When the corners of your lips raise-
Pulled up by two cupid angels, cradled in the cusp of your dimples,
There will be a raindrop of opal in each of your eyes,
And if ever you cry, your tears will fall as dew-drops down rose-tinted cheeks,
And light will refract to frame your face in a halo-
An aura that will be exponential,
And every day people will be drawn to the glow of dawn in your spirit,
You will live in a cacophony of dancing yellows and playful oranges,
As if the Sun herself has risen to bless you with her optimism,
As if the Moon has sung you a lullaby every night since the supernova that created her,
And furthermore you will find peace in the equilibrium that dusk brings,
A contentful harmony of violet watercolour and baby-pink clouds,
Will, rest assured, settle around you when you so desire a reprieve,
I promise you this,
Even if fate decides you bloom in a garden,
On a stormy day of grey and blue,
When Mother Nature is angry and the Earth is cold and bare,
Even then, Olivia;
You will live as if survival was a mere grain of sand and you were a galaxy.
A/N: and thats the story of how my best friend was made yall lmao
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Poesía❝Dreamer is too pretty of a word: A breath of wistful naivety, Masquerading as the oxygen of hope in our lungs. It reads as a fantastical tale of serendipity, In the novel, Life- Written in our name.❞ Highest ranking: #58 in poetry
