i could never make a poem
beautiful enough
about you
i'll never be that good with words
and i cannot arrange them
like you do songs
the notes ebbing off
your bass strings
(thick like veins, bleeding out hymns and lullabies)
but i'll try
and keep trying for the rest of my life
if you let me.
you are a garden you are a bed of rose petals and nails you race across my life like a chariot driving the sun (throwing light on everything) you are the ocean tide and the wind you are the world and i want to live inside your beauty indefinitely
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