beautiful thing | 8.8.20
To cut you open, and brush the hair out of your eyes,
to peer into your soul and into your brain,
would be a beautiful thing.
To come close enough to count the freckles on your face
and trace your lips with my fingertips.
To be as much a part of you as you are of me,
to be entangled with every fibre of your existence,
to touch you and love you,
or better yet, to be touched and loved by you.
Oh, how nice it would be, if you'd open up to me-
if your stars fell down and I held you in my arms whilst you wept,
how the flowers would bloom and how the sun would kiss your skin as I loved you for everything that you are.
Oh, what a privilege it would be to know your mind,
you beautiful thing.
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I Stayed Behind
PoetryYou said you kept on running, had a goal in mind, Asked me to 'come with' but I stayed behind.
