A classy look for sure,
she knows how to make me turn
accidentally handing over photographs
pulling on every ounce in me,
she loves watching my reaction
when my eyes light up
seeing this true side in her.
This is where all this began
between a soft and hard edge,
standing perfectly still,
counting the minutes in hours
memorizing how it felt
to be held in her arms.
She truly doesn’t mind
if you press hard into her,
just as long as you control
that sensitive side of yours.
I try and avoid the very words
that got me here in the first place
stuck writing for her.
She appreciates the strong oak
centered in the garden
shading the delicate beauties.
Her truths,
always be honest and kind
to your whole-self inside.
Accept and learn
the places where you belong.
The girl and her charms,
occur naturally,
killing and crushing time.
I guess it’s safe
to return to her side.
It’s just, every time
I look in her eyes
I get all caught up
giving my emotion a voice.
If I truly whisper and place
the ancient words
perfectly through her center
my rough chin, her ear
my gripping fists
will trip her.
The walls will crumble away.
She’ll fall face forward,
with that,
weightless floating feeling
she craves so much
long before
she accidentally
handed over
those photographs.
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This! Oh my.. absolutely beautiful
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