I want to.

I want to etch

Poetry

On snow-capped mountains

With words

That turn

A shy shade

Of pink,

The colour

Of your palm

When I pinch it, lightly.

*

I want to hang

Your shattered pieces,

Glittering moons

In the sky,

Their beauty

Reflected

In the midnight ocean,

Liquid gold

Against

A black backdrop.

*

I want to feel

Your secrets

And fears

Drape themselves softly

On the tips

Of my fingers,

Lying underneath

A graveyard

Of broken souls

Hanging in the night sky,

As I run my fingers

On your skin,

Drawing a map

Of cities undiscovered

And treasures lost,

Residing in the deepest

Trenches of your heart.

*

I want to take

You

To exotic places

Where the water

Wears the moonlight

Like a veil,

And the trees sway

To the rhythm

Of your poetry,

And show you that

The most beautiful thing

You’ll ever see

Has always been trapped

Right inside the mirror.

*

I want to paint

Freedom

Into your sky,

Write happiness

Inside your soul,

Feed you hope

For breakfast-

I want to

Introduce

You to you.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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